Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
A maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
They use that moon no more
For the same end as before-

Deep into that darkness peering,
long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!