Annabel Lee - Edgar Allan Poe 1849

Annabel Lee

It 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.

She was a child and I 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 by night

  Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsman 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 a cloud, 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 side of the sea. 
By Edgar Allan Poe 1849