Few writers knew the darkening gloom so intimately as American gothic icon, Edgar Allan Poe. I refer you to his last poem Annabel Lee. Here is the final verse:
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.
Few writers knew the darkening gloom so intimately as American gothic icon, Edgar Allan Poe. I refer you to his last poem Annabel Lee. Here is the final verse:
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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.
Beautiful verse, one of my fav Poe poem. Thank you!
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