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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
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 one 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 -
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