Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe wrote poetry, specifically a love poem?

I didn’t know this until I listened to Audible’s Classic Love Poems. Edgar Allan Poe wrote a number of poems, but the audiobook features a very sad love poem titled “Annabel Lee.” His wife died not too long into their marriage and I think this is something that affected him. Perhaps the fictional Annabel Lee symbolizes the loss of his wife.

I listened to Classic Love Poems for one reason and one reason only: it’s read by the amazing actor Richard Armitage (Mr. Thornton!!!). If you enjoy listening to poetry, then I recommend this audiobook. It’s very short, only 19 minutes. It includes poems by a variety of amazing poets: William Shakespeare, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Christopher Marlowe and a few others. But again, the highlight of the audiobook is Richard Armitage narrating it. (His voice is smooth and dreamy. There, I said it!)

Do you listen to audiobooks?

xoxo, Jane

Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

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.

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