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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.

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 the cloud, 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 sepulchre there by the sea -
     In her tomb by the side of the sea.