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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 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 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 weAnd 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


BECAUSE I feel that, in the Heavens above,

The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,

None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-

You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you

In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother—my own mother, who died early,

Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,

And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.


In the greenest of our valleys

By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-

Radiant palace-reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion-

It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion

Over fabric half so fair !

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,

On its roof did float and flow, (This—all this—was in the olden

Time long ago,)

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And every gentle air that dallied,

In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,

A winged odour went away.


Wanderers in that happy valley,

Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,

To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting

(Porphyrogene !)
In state his glory well-befitting,

The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing

Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,

And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty

Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,

The wit and wisdom of their king.

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