Annabele Lee

It turned into many and plenty of a yr ago,

In a kingdom by using the ocean,

That a maiden there lived whom you could know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived without a different notion

Then to like and be loved using me.

Was an infant and she or he changed into a baby,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that becomes extra than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this becomes the cause that, long in the past,

In this nation via the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My lovely Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen got here

And bore her far from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher

In this nation via the ocean.

The angels, not half of so glad in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the motive (as all men realize,

In this country by using the ocean)

That the wind came out of the cloud using night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love is stronger by way of some distance than the affection

Of individuals who have been older than we—

Of many ways 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 stunning Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me desires

Of the stunning Annabel Lee;

And the celebrities in no way rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all of the night time-tide, I lie down by way of the side

Of my darling—my darling—my existence and my bride,

In her sepulcher there using the ocean—

In her tomb by way of the sounding sea.

Credit: Edgar Allen Poe