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 Annabelle 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 Annabelle 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 Annabelle Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
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 Annabelle Lee.
But our love 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 Annabelle Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the
beautiful Annabelle Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the
beautiful Annabelle Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
