Edgar Allan Poe

Down – steadily down it crept.

she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Nameless here for evermore.

This it is and nothing more

Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more.