Edgar Allan Poe

“ 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 the sepulchre there by the sea—
⁠In her tomb by the side of the sea. ”