Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.

Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!

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-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave-from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.

They weep-from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.

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
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

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
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen * came
And bore her away from me,

*

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,
Went envying her and me-

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,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

V.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we;

And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:

VI.

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 sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.