ANNABEL LEE
- Scris de Sandu Barbu
It was many and many a year ago,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
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,
But we loved with a love that was more than love –
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
And this was the reason that, long ago,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
So that her high-born kinsmen came
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
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 –
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
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.
Voice: Sandu BARBU.
Annabel Lee
