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 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 highborn kinsman 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
  In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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Edgar Allan Poe was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. he was especially known for his amazing poem "Annabelle Lee". And we love the songs made out of his poetry. more…

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