Annabel Lee 'T was many and many a year ago, IT 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 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 And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Yes, that was the reason-as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea That the wind came out of the cloud by night, But our love it was stronger far than the love Of many far wiser than we. And neither the angels in heaven above, 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 sepulcher there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. -Edgar Allan Poe Lord Ullin's Daughter CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound, And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry." "Now, who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?" "Oh! I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, "And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together; For, should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?" Out spoke the hardy island wight, "And by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, The boat has left a stormy land, When, oh! too strong for human hand, And still they rowed amidst the roar Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, For sore dismayed through storm and shade, One lovely hand she stretched for aid, "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!-oh! my daughter!" "Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing; The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. -Thomas Campbell M Maud Muller AUD MULLER, on a summer's day, But when she glanced to the far-off town, The Judge rode slowly down the lane, And asked a draught from the spring that flowed She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, He spoke of the grass, and flowers, and trees, Of the singing birds and the humming bees; |