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Annabel Lee
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Annabel Lee

Poem By Edgar Allan Poe

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.

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 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, 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 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 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.

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Comments (581)

Poe also conjures the most haunting, beautiful, and darkly brilliant images you might never want to see. This poem's topic of love or obsession is unsettling, It creeps me out while also drawing me to its intensity It is the deepest love I have ever seen or it is a most gruesome grief, twisted and morbid and unhealthy and macabre if you read it literally. A beautiful, majestic, romantic love that continues past death if you read it figuratively.
This poem can teach you the mechanics of writing poetry, the heart of writing like Poe did cannot be taught. Poe is now and forever the master craftsman of both short stories and poetry. He understood the use of words for both meaning and for their sound. Few can create atmosphere like he could- for me, I hear in its lines the eternal rhythm of the sea.
One of the best love poems ever written by so great a poet, the more I read the more new things I get from it 10+++
Classic love poem. It has everything including tragic end.
A most wonderful poem by Poe, one of my favorites...