Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
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 wingéd seraphs in 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, chilling
My beautiful
Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born 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 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 sounding
sea.
Insights...
Grasping the inner nature of things intuitively.
