"Why do I love" You,
Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not
require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore
when He pass
She cannot keep Her
place.
Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—
The Lightning—never
asked an Eye
Wherefore it
shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it
cannot speak—
And reasons not
contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred
by Daintier Folk—
The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth
Me—
Because He's
Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—
Emily Dickinson
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.
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.
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 kinsman came
And
bore her away from me,
To
shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by
the sea.
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.
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
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.
Edgar
Allan Poe
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