The Treasure Hunt

Thursday June 28, 2012 10:30 pm

I had to take a break... school is killing me! This week with the dogs, work, school, and the oppressive heat... it has been a long one. I needed to rest my mind so I thought I would reproduce for anyone who reads this one of my very favorite Poe poems.

At 27 Poe had married his great love... his 13 year-old cousin – Virginia Clemm. And in case you were wondering: NO, they were not from Tennessee or West Virginia! Lol The poem was written and released soon after she died. Poe, according to who you want to believe... was a confirmed alcoholic, and (or) drug user. His detractors say he was even worse than that... and his many defenders say he wasn't that bad?

However, if you do nothing more than read his own letters by his own hand... he certainly had his demons. Anyway, this is a beautiful and yet heartbreakingly sad 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 high-born 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 one 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. 

Sometimes... I think life is too sad for words. I hope everyone has a good night and a blessed weekend!