
					ANNABEL LEE 

			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 ANNABEL LEE-- 
			With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven 
			    Coveted her and me. 
 
			And this is 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 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 by night, 
			    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 feel the bright eyes 
			    Of the Beautiful ANNABEL LEE: 
			And so, all the night tide, I lay 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 sounding sea. 
 
			Edgar Allan Poe				 1849 
 


[From: oddjob@oz.plymouth.edu (Andrew C. Stoffel)]
