It was many a many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea that a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabelle. And this maiden she lived with no other thought into love and be loved by 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 Annabelle Lee, with a love that the winged serifs of heaven coveted her with me. And this was the reason that long ago in this kingdom by the sea, a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabelle Lee, so that her high-born kinsmen came and bore her away from me to shut her up in a supplicer in this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, went in vain her in me. Yes, that was the reason as all men know in this kingdom by the sea, that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabelle Lee. But our love, it was stronger by far than the love of those who are 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 Annabelle Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of my beautiful Annabelle Lee, and the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabelle 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 supplicer there by the sea, in her tune by the sounding sea. Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe