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Annabel Lee

It was many and many years ago,
in a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she 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 in Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out a cloud, chilling
My beatiful Anabel Lee;
So thata her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
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 man know, in this kingdom by the sea)That the wind came out of the cloud, by night,
Chilling and killing my Anaabel Lee.

But our love it was strongerby far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in the Heaven abov,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beatiful Anaabel Lee:-
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beatiful Annabel Lee;
And the star never rise but i feel the bright eyes
Of the beatiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the nigt-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling-my life and my bride,
In her sepulcher there by the sea-
in her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe

Since Brass,nor Stone,norEarth

Since brass, nor stone,nor earth boundless sea.
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beuty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Agains the wrackfulsiege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gatesof steel so strong, But time decays?

O fearfull meditation! Where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel fromTimes's chest lie hid?
Or whatstrong hand can hold this swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beuty can forbid?
o, none, unless this miraclehave might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

William Shakespeare

Time and Eternity

I reason, earth is short,
and anguish absolute.
And may hurt;
But what of that?

I reason, we could die;
The best vitality
Cannot excel decay;
But what of that?

I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new equation given
But what of that?

Emily Dickinson