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 by night
        Chilling my ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born 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, 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.