From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.

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 the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

I have no words — alas! — to tellThe loveliness of loving well!

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel Lee;And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past?

Because it was my crime to have no one on Earth who cared for me, or loved 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—

no man can consider himself entitled to complain of Fate while in his adversity he still retains the unwavering love of woman.

Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones.