Annabel Lee

We read this poem in English a few days ago. I always love Poe's poems and stories, so I obviously love this one:

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 kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angel, 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

~Edgar Allen Poe

Peace.

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(And by the way, the picture up above is a picture of the Dead Sea.)

Waiting for Love

Love is strong, love is true.
I'm waiting for it, longing for you.
The moon smiles, I see your name in the stars
But, I can't read it, it's still too far.


Destiny holds me in the palm of your hand,
I need relief from this hot burning sand.
I want to hold you, feel your touch,
I've waited so long, this is all too much.


Sweetness abides in the clouds up above,
Carry me there on the wings of your love.
The warmth that comes from the one you love so,
In the dead of winter can make flowers grow.


I have a treacherous road to travel,
Before the mysteries of life I unravel.
But, you'll be with me forever, your love in my heart,
Til the day we meet and from there never part.

~Isabel Caila Samuels

"Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words."

~Edgar Allen Poe

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