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.