Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allan Poe

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

Then to love and to 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 hi-born kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, no 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 are older than we,

Of many far wiser than we;

And neither the angels the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demon 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 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.