From the Eyes of Annabel Lee

(I had to do it for October, an homage to Edgar Allen Poe. His last completed poem and his amazing skill. I hope I did him well. This is Annabel Lee’s side of, “Annabel Lee”.)

Once many, many years ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

There a gentleman lived whom I tried to avoid,

His name not known by me;

This gentleman lived with no other dream

Than to follow and stare at me.

 

He was a child and I was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But he loved with a love that was more than love-

My gentleman and me,

With a passion that obsessed men of Bedlam get,

Oh, how he coveted me.

 

And he was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea.

A wind blew in my window, chilling

The beautiful me.

My more reserved brethren came,

Moved me away from he.

To where he could never see,

They rested me down on my death bed,

In this kingdom by the sea.

 

The angels, less than half happy with me in heaven,

Were jealous of his bond for me.

Yes!- that was the reason (as all women know,

In this kingdom by the sea.)

That the gentlemen left open my window chilling and killing me.

 

But his lust it was bolder by far than the lust,

Of those who were older than he.

Or many far wiser than me.

And neither my mother who cried at my finding,

Nor my uncle who buried me under the sea.

Will ever be able to free my soul from his soul.

The gentleman and his delusion of me.

 

For the sun never shines , down here under the tide.

Upon the corpse once known as me.

And the birds never fly when I sense his sullen eyes

Upon the beautiful corpse, that was me.

And so during low tide, he lays down by my side.

Of his- of his darling- his obession and pride.

In my seplechure by the sea-

In my tomb by the sounding sea.

 

(Thank you for reading if you’d like to read the original, I will paste it below.)

Annabell Lee, By Edgar Allan Poe.

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.
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 wingèd 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, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn 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 by night,
   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 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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