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 wingéd 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 highborn kinsmen 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,
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 the sepulchre there by
the sea - |
In her tomb by the side of
the sea.
|
Edgar Allen Poe
| Classic Poems |
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[ Annabel Lee ] [ The Raven ] |