| 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 |
| |
|
[ Annabel Lee ] [ The Raven ] |
