the rolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells--
Bells, bells, bells--
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride--
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, less--less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
And never a flake
That the vapour can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl--
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalieâs most humble and careless
Now doubt--now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
AstartÃ© within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye--
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
[Illustration: 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
And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.Page 1
The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue.Page 2
There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments.Page 3
And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock.Page 4
The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave.Page 5
He had come like a thief in the night.