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 By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to 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 Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and 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 Annabel Lee; So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre 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, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud one night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were 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 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 by the side Of my darling -my darling -my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea - In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Hace de esto ya muchos, muchos años, cuando en un reino junto al mar viví, vivía allí una virgen que os evoco por el nombre de Annabel Lee; y era su único sueño verse siempre por mí adorada y adorarme a mí. Niños éramos ambos, en el reino junto al mar; nos quisimos allí con amor que era amor de los amores, yo con mi Annabel Lee; con amor que los ángeles del cielo envidiaban a ella cuanto a mí. Y por eso, hace mucho, en aquel reino, en el reino ante el mar, ¡triste de mí!, desde una nube sopló un viento, helando para siempre a mi hermosa Annabel Lee Y parientes ilustres la llevaron lejos, lejos de mí; en el reino ante el mar se la llevaron hasta una tumba a sepultarla allí. ¡Oh sí! -no tan felices los arcángeles-, llegaron a envidiarnos, a ella, a mí. Y no más que por eso -todos, todos en el reino, ante el mar, sábenlo así-, sopló viento nocturno, de una nube, robándome por siempre a Annabel Lee. Mas, vence nuestro amor; vence al de muchos, más grandes que ella fue, que nunca fui; y ni próceres ángeles del cielo ni demonios que el mar prospere en sí, separarán jamás mi alma del alma de la radiante Annabel Lee. Pues la luna ascendente, dulcemente, tráeme sueños de Annabel Lee; como estrellas tranquilas las pupilas me sonríen de Annabel Lee; y reposo, en la noche embellecida, con mi siempre querida, con mi vida; con mi esposa radiante Annabel Lee en la tumba, ante el mar, Annabel Lee.