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ANNABEL LEE.
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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 wingéd 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 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 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 see 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 her sepulchre there
by the sea —
In her tomb by the
sounding sea.
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