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.She was a child and I 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 by night
Chilling my 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 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 a cloud, 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 see 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 side of the sea.
Edgar Allen Poe
This poem by Edgar Allen Poe parellels with several aspects of Wuthering
Heights, by Emily Bronte. For instance, Annabelle Lee's death parallels
with Older Catherine's death. The part of the poem, "her highborn kinsman
came
And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher" parallels to
Edgar, of higher status, comming and taking Catherine away from Heathcliff
and shutting her up at the Grange. Furthermore, the act of Annabelle Lee's
lover lying down beside her in her tomb resembles what Heathcliff did.
Heatcliff asked the grave digger to dig up Catherine's coffin and after doing
so, he lies down with her. Both Annabelle's lover and Catherine's lover do
this because of mental torture of their dead lover's rememberances, for both
committed their lives to this torture. Lastly, there is a parallel of the
weather in both the poem and the novel. Both used winds and clouds as a part
of their work to bring out the darkness and gloominess of the work.
