World Famous Poem

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

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Annabel Lee is the last complete poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe, he composed the poem by remembering his long-lost love, Annabel Lee. It’s about beautiful yet painful memories which Edgar Allan Poe try to mix into one short story with a very deep emotional feels.

The story itself told about their childhood while they were leaving in “Kingdom by The Sea” They were So in love that even the angels in heaven noticed and were jealous. And the speaker stated that those angels were the one who killed his beloved one.

One thing that he wanted to make sure that Annabel Lee still live deep inside his heart, no matter how far God put her away from him, he always feels that she still his beloved one, even though death separated them.

“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”

 

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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 wingèd 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 kinsmen 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.