Annabel Lee

Annabel Lee
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  • Many years ago, in a kingdom by the sea, there lived a girl named Annabel. The narrator loved her, and their love was their entire lives.
  • Their love was pure, and no greater bond ever existed. They were blessed by the angels in heaven.
  • One day, Annabel died from a chill and was buried in a grave by the sea.
  • 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.
  • The angels envied Annabel and her love, so they killed her.
  • 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 wingèd seraphs of Heaven     Coveted her and me. 
  • The narrator and Annabel had more love than any had before and any will have after, and nothing could truly separate them, not even death.
  • 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.
  • Not a night went by when the narrator didn't dream of his Annabel Lee. He slept by her grave by the sea every night.
  • 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 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—     In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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