Twelve years ago my mother gave me a book. The book was black with gold embossing. On the cover was written “The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe”.

I remember the book was heavy and cumbersome. My mother told me that she wanted me to read some of the stories and poems in the collection and chose one to memorize. Whatever poem I chose to memorize I had to recite in front of our family on Thanksgiving Day (two weeks away). I remember being irritated at her and thinking that I had enough homework to do for school, the last thing I needed was for her to be giving me assignments at home. My mother was not one to be argued with, so I began flipping through the book. Within a few days I had read most of the stories and poems and was completely enthralled by the writings of Edgar Allan Poe. I choose to memorize Annabel Lee (mostly because it was short and the rhyming convention made it easy to memorize). What I didn’t know was that twelve years later I would have the poem memorized and be captivated by (and jealous of) the epic love that it describes.
Annabel Lee
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.
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.
This reading of Annabell Lee really captivated me and made me imagine that was Poe himself reading it.
Edgar Allen Poe wrote Annabel Lee in 1849. It is believed that it was written in May, but was not publicly printed until October 9, 1849, two days after his death. Although the poem is not technically a ballad, Poe defined it as one. Annabel Lee tells the story of a grief stricken man who has lost his soul mate. The man is young, but feels strongly about the love that he and his maiden shared. He speaks of the heavens being jealous of the transcendence of his love. When she taken from him, he blames the angels and their jealousy, and worships her memory. He also vows to love her despite their separation of death.
Many have assumed that Edgar Allan Poe was writing about his wife, whom he had lost two years prior. Others suggest that Annabel Lee is a symbol for all of the women that he lost in his life, including his wife, mother, and foster mother. No matter who Annabel Lee represents, the ideas and imagery of this poem are romantic and haunting. The reader feels his grief and movement through anger to pain and longing. In the fourth stanza, the man lashes out in anger:
“The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me-Yes!- that was the reason.”
And then in the in final stanza sings a song of eternal remembrance to his love “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;.”
All those years ago, I absorbed Poe’s short stories and other poems. I enjoyed their mystery and was horrified by their dark subjects. Yet, the poem I chose to memorize was just a poem. Now this poem means so much more. Poe was stricken with hardship and loss throughout most of his life. This poem serves as a collimation of this loss and his ability love eternally. We can all only hope that we are able to find love this transcendent.