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It was many and many a year ago |
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In a kingdom by the sea |
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That a maiden there lived, whom you may know |
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By the name of Annabel Lee |
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And this maiden she lived with no other thought |
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Than to love and be loved by me. |
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I was a child and she was a child |
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In this kingdom by the sea |
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But we loved with a love that was more than love |
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I and my Annabel Lee |
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With a love that winged seraphs in Heaven |
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Coveted her and me |
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This was the reason that, long ago |
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In this kingdom by the sea |
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The winds blew out of a cloud, chilling |
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My beautiful Annabel Lee |
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So that her highborn kinsmen came |
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And bore her away from me, |
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To shut her up in a sepulchre |
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In this kingdom by the sea |
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The Angels, not half so happy in Heaven, |
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Went envying her and me |
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Yes! That was the reason (as all men know |
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In this kingdom by the sea) |
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That the wind came out of a cloud by night |
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Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. |
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But our love, it was stronger by far than the love |
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Of those who were older than we, |
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Of many far wiser than we |
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And neither the Angels in Heaven above |
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Nor the demons down under the sea |
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Can ever dissever my soul from the soul |
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Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. |
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For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams |
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Of the beautiful Annabel Lee |
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And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes |
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Of my beautiful Annabel Lee. |
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And so, all the nighttide, I lie down by the side |
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Of my darling! My darling, my life and my bride. |
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In her sepulchre, there by the sea, |
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In her tomb, by the side of the sea. |
