by Edgar Allan Poe +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.
- She was a child and I 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 by night
- Chilling my 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 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 a cloud, 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 side of the sea.
No comments:
Post a Comment