The Beautiful Annable Lee

Someday, you will read Edgar Allan Poe’s, “Annable Lee” as I did long ago.

For many and many a year ago-
In a kingdom, by the sea……
A lonely poet wrote a song,
And called it “Annabel Lee”…….

They call him “The-Haunted-Poet” now….
“And the stars were as bright as her eyes!”
And the valley they left, on that faroff day….
STILL….UNDER….THE….MOONLIGHT….LIES!

THERE IS NO SING SO DEAR TO ME……..
Till life’s last tale is told!
AND OVER HER TOMB….THE SILVER MOON….
Turns all her beams…….TO GOLD!

Then the little dog looked up at me……
AND HIS EYES WERE SOFT AND DIM!……
“And….did HE remember ANNABEL LEE….????
And SHE remember HIM?”

Was there a valley of “Singing Trees?”
In a kingdom-By-The-Sea?
And was there a girl, who ran along,
BY THE SAME…..OF……..ANNABEL LEE????

And the moon never beamed……
But the POET dreamed….
OF HIS BEAUTIFUL ANNABEL LEE!
And his thoughts went back to the “HAUNTED TOMB”….
Down by the lonely sea!
To her tomb….BY THE SOUNDING SEA!

My YOUTH is gone…. for many a year…..
But the stars and the moonlight gleam….
And I can never read, “ANNABEL LEE”
Without going back….IN A DREAM!

The little valley they left one day
Still under the moonlight gleames….
And POE said He was happy there….
In that LAND….by the sea of dreams!

And the moon never beams…
Without bringing him dreams….
AND THE STARS THAT WERE BRIGHT AS HER EYES!
AND THE SPRINGTIME VALLEY, THEY LEFT ONE DAY,
STILL……UNDER…..THE……MOONLIGHT……..LIES!