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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:
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
THE VALLEY OF UNREST.
NCE it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
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.