Edgar Allan Poe

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;

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,

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,