ANNABEL LEE. It 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 that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven And this was the reason that, long ago, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling 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, That the wind came out of the cloud by night, But our love it was stronger by far than the love For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side In her tomb by the side of the sea. 1849. A VALENTINE. eyes, FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure- Like the knight Pinto-Mendez Ferdinando- 1846. [To discover the names in this and the following poem, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end.] AN ENIGMA. "SELDOM we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, But this is, now-you may depend upon itStable, opaque, immortal-all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within't. [See previous page.] TO MY MOTHER. BECAUSE I feel that, in the Heavens above, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you, My mother-my own mother, who died early, Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. 1849. [The above was addressed to the poet's mother-in-law, Mrs. Clemm.-Ed.] |