Annabell Lee

It was many and many a years ago,

In a kindom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know,

By the name is Annabell Lee.

And this maiden she lived with no other thought,

Than to loved and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,

In this kindom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love,

I and my Annabell Lee,

With a love that the wingéds seraphs of heaven,

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kindom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, by night,

Chilling my Annabell Lee,

So that her high-born kinsmen came,

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre,

In this kindom 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 kindom by the sea),

That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling

And killing my Annabell Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love,

Of those who were older than we -

Of many wiser than we -

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever disever my soul from the soul,

Of the beautiful Annabell Lee.

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams,

Of the beautiful Annabell Lee,

The stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes,

Of the beautiful Annabell Lee,

And so, all the night tide I lie down by the side,

Of the beautiful Annabell Lee,

In her sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.