In a kingdom da the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom te may know
da the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to Amore and be loved da me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom da the sea;
But we loved with a Amore that was più than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a Amore that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom da the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful
Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom da the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom da the sea)
That the wind came out of the nube, nuvola da night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our Amore it was stronger da far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angeli in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
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 da the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there da the sea,
In her tomb da the sounding sea.
