ANNABEL LEE
by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
- T was many
and many a year ago,
- In a kingdom by the sea
- That a maiden there lived whom you may know
- By the name of Annabel Lee;--
- And this maiden she lived with no other thought
- Than to love and be loved by me.
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- 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 wingèd seraphs in Heaven
- Coveted her and me.
-
- And this was the reason that, long ago,
- In this kingdom by the sea,
- A wing 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 sepulcher
- In this kingdom by the sea.
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- 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.
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- 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:--
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- For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
- Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
- And the stars never rise but I feel 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 the sepulcher there by the sea--
- In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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