by Edgar Allan Poe That the wind came out of a cloud, (published 1849) chilling And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far
It was many and many a year ago, than the love In a kingdom by the sea, Of those who were older than That a maiden there lived whom we-- you may know Of many far wiser than we- By the name of ANNABEL LEE;-- And neither the angels in Heaven And this maiden she lived with no above, other thought Nor the demons down under the Than to love and be loved by sea, me. Can ever dissever my soul from the She was a child and I was a child, soul In this kingdom by the sea, Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:-- But we loved with a love that was more than love-- For the moon never beams without I and my Annabel Lee-- bringing me dreams With a love that the Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; winged seraphs of heaven And the stars never rise but I see Coveted her and me. the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And this was the reason that, long And so, all the night-tide, I lie down ago, by the side In this kingdom by the sea, Of my darling, my darling, my life A wind blew out of a cloud by night and my bride, Chilling my Annabel Lee; In her sepulchre there by the So that her high-born kinsman sea-- came In her tomb by the side of the And bore her away from me, sea. 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