Poetry

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.

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.

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 sid e of the sea.

Edgar Allan Poe (Annabel Lee)

I had a little Sorrow
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
And shut us all within;
And, "Little Sorrow, weep,", said I,
"And Little Sin, pray God to die,
And I upon the floor will lie
And think how bad I've been!"

from "The Penitent" by Edna St. Vincent



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