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, |