Now each visitor shall confess Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye- They weep-from off their delicate stems Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing brideTill the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. II. Ah, less-less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the vapour can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. III. Now Doubt -now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarté within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye— While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. ANNABEL LEE. I. It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know And this maiden she lived with no other thought II. 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. III. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling * Viz., the angels-a graceful fancy.-ED. To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. IV. 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 by night, V. But our love it was stronger by 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 VI. 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 In her tomb by the sounding sea. |