Anabel Lee

I recently read one of my favorite poems of all time by one of my favorite poets of all time. Edgar Allan Poe with his 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 wingèd 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 highborn 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 by 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

The way I see the poem could be vastly different for some people, but the way I see it is that Annabel Lee loved the narrator. Annabel Lee got very sick and it was the angels that killed her because she was so pretty, but their love was way to strong to be killed by angels. Everything reminds the narrator of the beautiful Annabel lee.

The man is of course still addicted to their love, sleeping by her tomb at night by the sea, which I find very creepy but even more beautiful in an odd gothic sense. 

The poem has a repetition of the word L especially taken after Annabel lee’s last name is said. Words such as SouL, Lie DarLing Life.

Overall I have always liked this poem and the felt the immense love and obsession behind it, I believe the poem was about someone of Poes life and perhaps his wife who had died.