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Dear Edgar

Dear Edgar, how could you have felt so alone

when my heart you claimed your own?

Remember the happiest day you had,

in silence you sang a song of glad?

And do you remember the serenade for Annie you made?

it was simply beautiful, she was not dismayed

 

You dedicated to Helen and Elizabeth, each a poem

but none more beautiful than that of Annabel’s glum

Under the evening star, you went into a dream within a dream

where your mind was not your own and you screamed

You went to the city in the sea ; a place farther than fairyland

where the spirits of the dead, lay rest in the sand

 

Now you are among to one in paradise and to one departed

and so this poem to you I dedicated

In youth you have known one, in death many have known you

you continue to inspire and touch people who are both happy and blue

And may wherever you are, I pray in peace you rest

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An Introduction

I’ve been into poems since I was young. One of my most favorite subjects back when I was still going to school was Literature. I intend to write my own poems in this blog. However, as an introduction let me share this lovely poem.

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 highborn 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 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 ALLAN POE