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 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 side of the sea.