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Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe

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    The last complete poem composed by American author Edgar Allan Poe is"Annabel Lee" . Like so many of his poems, it explores the theme of a beautiful woman and death. The Voice of the poem, fell in love with Annabel Lee when they were young, his love for her is so strong that even angels are envious.

    Reference: Annabel Lee
    Collection: POEms of muses, love, and death
    Tribute to: Edgar Allan Poe
    Sculptor: Marco Navas
    Material: Resin
    Edition: Limited to 100 copies
    Measures: 16cm HX 4,cm W X 4,5 cm F

    Here is the original 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 5
    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 — 10
    With a love that the wingéd seraphs in 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 15
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her high-born kinsmen came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre,
    In this kingdom by the sea. 20
    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, 25
    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, 30
    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; 35
    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 — 40
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

    Type of Caser: Color Cover