AN ENIGMA. "SELDOM we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, Through all the flimsy things we see at once Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it." And, veritably, Sol is right enough. The general tuckermanities are arrant But this is, now-you may depend upon it Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't. [The names concealed within this sonnet will appear, when read by the clue already given to "A Valentine."] ANNABEL LEE. Ir was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know And this maiden she lived with no other thought I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love which was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. For the moon never beams without bringing ز me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee', 66 FAC-SIMILE OF THE MS. OF ANNABEL LEE. bride |