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，