Annabel Lee

she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me;

we loved with a love that was more than love

And this maiden 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;

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;

she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

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.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the side of the sea.