Edgar Allan Poe

she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;

all the night–tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the side of the sea.

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

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 see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

we loved with a love that was more than love

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me;

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,