Annabel Lee

I recently came across an old poem. I am taken by this poem for multiple reasons. My homeroom teacher through high school who was also my literature teacher recited this poem to me in grade 9. I had him for 4 years all together, and he called me Annabel lee for all 4 years!! One time he even announced my name as Annabel lee over the PA system for all the school to hear. I remember feeling mortified!! He was an amazing teacher, he retired if memory serves me right. We were his graduating class at the same time too! I miss him some days. I can still see his smile, cause I would be walking up to his desk saying Sir.... I don't understand? I always had a million questions in lit class lol. He would smile when he seen me coming. Anyways here's the poem.

Annabel 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 winged 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 lay down by the side

Of my darling--my darling--my life and by bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea--

In her tomb by the sounding sea.