Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allen 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
	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 Anabel 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 by night
	Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
	And bore here away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
	In this kingdom by the sea.

The angles, not half so happy in Heaven,
	Went envying here 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 angles in Heaven above
	nor the daemons 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 her sepulchre there by the sea-
	In her tomb by the side of the sea.