It was many and many a 年 ago,
In a kingdom によって the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom あなた may know
によって the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to 愛 and be loved によって me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom によって the sea;
But we loved with a 愛 that was もっと見る than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a 愛 that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom によって 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 によって 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 によって the sea)
That the wind came out of the 雲, クラウド によって night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our 愛 it was stronger によって far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the 天使 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 によって the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there によって the sea,
In her tomb によって the sounding sea.
In a kingdom によって the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom あなた may know
によって the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to 愛 and be loved によって me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom によって the sea;
But we loved with a 愛 that was もっと見る than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a 愛 that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom によって 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 によって 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 によって the sea)
That the wind came out of the 雲, クラウド によって night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our 愛 it was stronger によって far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the 天使 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 によって the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there によって the sea,
In her tomb によって the sounding sea.
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
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, によって no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, によって 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.
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
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, によって no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, によって 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.