Closed Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe (published 1849)

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.
She was a child and I 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 by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born 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 a cloud,
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 see 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 her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.