FREE: Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee Poem CAMEO, 30x40mm (1 5/8 in), w/28 in gold tone chain, Unique !!! New

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Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee CAMEO, 30x40mm (1 5/8 in.) cameo with 28 inch gold tone, sweater length, chain. Unique !!! I have never seen anything like it. New.

"Annabel Lee" is the last complete poem composed by American author Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849). It mourns the death of a beautiful woman. The narrator, who fell in love with Annabel Lee when they were young, has a love for her so strong that even angels are envious. He loves her even after her death.

ANNABEL LEE

It was many & 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 & be loved by me.

I was a child & she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I & my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her & 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 & 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 & 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.