Annabel Lee

                                        by Edgar Allan Poe
                This poem appeared in The International Miscellany.
                "Annabel Lee" is generally credited to represent Poe's
                 young wife, Virginia Clemm.
 

                 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.

                 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 highborn 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 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 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 sepulchre there by the sea,
                 In her tomb by the sounding sea.
 

                                         -The End-
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