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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

'Annabel Lee' was the last poem Edgar Allan Poe completed. The poet died the same year the poem was written, in 1849.
Painting: A rowboat lies outside a small island. A white figure is standing in the boat. A rower is seated in the boat, holding the oars out of the water. There are square buildings and tall trees on the island.
The Isle of the Dead by Arnold Böcklin, 1880. Govva: Arnold Böcklin, Kunstmuseum Basel / Offentlig eie
Vocabulary
seraphs
According to Christian, Jewish and Islamic literature seraphs are winged creatures that guard the throne of God
coveted
was jealous of
highborn kinsman
a relative that has a high standing in society
sepulcher
a small room or monument made of rock in which dead bodies are laid to rest
dissever
divide or sever

Annabel Lee

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 sepulcher
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 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 sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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