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Annabel
Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
It was many
and many a year ago,
In a kingdom
by the sea,
That a maiden
there lived whom you might know
By the name
of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden
lived with no other thought
Than to love
and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child
In this kingdom
by the sea,
But we loved
with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel
Lee;
With a love
that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her
and me.
And this was
the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom
by the sea,
A wind blew
out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful
Annabel Lee;
So that her
high-born kinsmen came
And bore her
away from me,
To shut her
up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom
by the sea.
The angels,
not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying
her and me--
Yes! that was
the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom
by the sea)
That the wind
came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing
my Annabel Lee.
But our love
it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who
were older than we--
Of many far
wiser than we--
And neither
the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons
down under the sea,
Can ever dissever
my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful
Annabel Lee.
For the moon
never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful
Annabel Lee;
And the stars
never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful
Annabel Lee;
And so, all
the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre
there by the sea,
In her tomb
by the sounding sea.
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