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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-
In this kingdom by the sea)
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 ;
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
TO MY MOTHER.
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,
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
Was but the mother of myself; but you
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.
THE HAUNTED PALACE.
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Radiant palace-reared its head.
It stood there !
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)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
A winged odour went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
To a lute's well-tuned law,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
And sparkling evermore,
Was but to sing,
The wit and wisdom of their king.