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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 highborn kinsman came
And
bore her away from me,
To
shut her up in a sepulchre
In
this kindom by the sea.
The
angels, not half so happy in heaven,
went
enving her and me-
Yes!
- that was the reason (as all men knew,
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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