Edgar Allan Poe

Down – steadily down it crept.

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;

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,

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

"Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,