Edgar Allan Poe's Complete Poetical Works

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Our talk had been serious and sober,

But our thoughts they were palsied and sere –

Our memories were treacherous and sere –

For we knew not the month was October,

And we marked not the night of the year –

(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)