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Annabel Lee
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 high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from
me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the
sea.
The angels, not 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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