#with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me!!!

[transsexualprophet]

literally 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

[sunlighthroughthe-ashes]

the cherry blossom segment bewitched me, body and soul — as jane austen would say. it's such an intricately charged scene — there's this lovely sense of wistfulness (due to the cinematography & 10CM's gorgeous OST) even as you're watching them in real time: their time is short, but this moment will last in their memories, forever.

these are their sacred few seconds — and they're going to make them count. their moments together are etched in gold: they're lustrous with love.

and the fact that they wished for the exact same thing!!! the symmetry of their feelings for each other is perfectly designed — these two were born to be lovers in every universe, across each possible timeline. they're divine mates — even the "winged seraphs of heaven" would covet their bond. 

i also want to talk about how even the slightest gesture sunjae makes toward sol is imbued completely with his devotion to her — the way he holds her is unquantifiable magic. and the way sol responds — the way she melts into him!!! there's this line by poet anne sexton that describes them perfectly — "and when we touch, we enter touch entirely." 

(sidenote: the humor in this episode was off-the-charts. i was rolling in bed laughing.)

i also absolutely ADORED the scene in which sol gets to hear sunjae sing "sonaki" for her face-to-face. it's HER song, in every sense of the word — and she finally gets to hear him sing it for her. you can see the infinite love and incandescent hope glisten in her eyes as she watches sunjae sing. you can feel her sense of amazed wonder: "this boy loves me. he wrote this for ME. we're finally together. please, let no one take this away from us."

it just breaks your heart in the best way.

[multifunctionalnitroglycerin]

Poe’s Annabel Lee in TLT #2

You thought I'd never post it huh? Well about a month later, here is the beast. Enjoy!

We have already delved into the most obvious parallel that the TLT books create, between John and Alecto and the heroes of Poe’s Annabel Lee. I would like to now draw some comparisons between Gideon and Harrow and Annabel Lee. This might seem a bit far-fetched, because how can John and Alecto AND Gideon and Harrow exist in the same premise within Poe’s lines?

The answer is simple. They don’t. Contradictory, I know, but a lot of that comparison and many of those parallels stem from the fact that those two pairings themselves are reflections of one another. Or perhaps picture negatives. After all, what John and Alecto had, stems from love, and it is plainly stated – as plainly as all things in Muir’s writing are, at least – whereas the beginning of Gideon and Harrow’s relationship sprouts from unadulterated loathing. We learn afterward of course that this is not really the case, what with Gideon sacrificing herself in an act she perceived as the only act of Love, she could offer to Harrow and whatnot. But the parallels are there. And it is deliberate, for John and Alecto broke the world, and Gideon and Harrow will remake it – or die trying. Muir has a wonderful way of interweaving elements in the plot and creating comparisons, parallels, and antitheses between the countless colorful dynamics in the books. So, I feel where John and Alecto broke the world, and are going to -probably – die, Gideon and Harrow will step up and mirror them, bringing hope back to the world. As @local-selkie said, the series probably won’t end without hope. Hope for reconciliation, for fixing what has been irrevocably broken, hope for breaking circles and hope for a better tomorrow. (Yeah well, I may be a cynic, but I am human above all, and if there is one thing that humans yearn for, live for and fight for, it’s hope. Naïve, childish, hope. It’s what makes us better, I think)

Onto drawing a few parallels now,

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

Not really much to say about this one. Our story for these two starts about twenty years ago, in far off Pluto – well, the Ninth – with the salty ass underground (might point to there having been saltwater there at some point) where Wake collapsed dead, and a wailing Gideon was found. Harrow had not yet been born, and frankly neither of them would be what one would call a fair maiden.

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

Here I feel we could consider this a reference to the shared childhoods of our heroines. The lonely, shared childhood of our heroines. For there were no other children on the Ninth, and they bitterly clung to each other with all they had. Even if it means beating each other into a pulp within an inch of their lives. Because Harrow was a child, and Gideon was a child on the far off Ninth, where there were no other children, and all they had was each other and their rivalry. So, I can see the whole “she lived with no other thought” than finding a way to make each other’s life hell. And as we see going forward in the books, that was all they could do to love each other, the only way they knew how.

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.

We loved with a love that was more than love, we loved with a love that felt like hatred, with a devotion that felt like abandonment, because Gideon could think of no greater act of love than sacrificing herself for Harrow, than letting Harrow consume her, and Harrow could think of no fate worse than that. Harrow loved Gideon so much the greatest act of service, of devotion, of love she could think to offer to her ill-matched cavalier was to spare her, to let her live. And they both failed spectacularly at that, but oh well. Angst.

As for the analogue to the seraphs, this is a bit trickier than John and Alecto. Because for them it’s obvious it’s the rest of the Lyctors, the Lyctors that couldn’t compete with John’s monster cavalier, the Lyctors that could never achieve their perfect connection. But who could it be that covets the connection between Harrow and Gideon? I think to be able to imagine an answer to that we should take a step away from the narrative and look at them from everyone else’s perspective. For the Niners it’s a no brainer. They know Gideon, they know Harrow, they would never think of a worthy connection between the two as highlighted by Crux’s words in NtN (and goodness if that didn’t hurt). But what about the Canaan House? Contrary to Harrow’s insecurities and paranoia, to the external observer they do present a united front. The two black clad nuns of the Ninth, with their veils and their disconcerting face paint, with their creepy/ damning/ borderline heretical prayer, the tiny unhinged necro, and the huge, silent Cav that disarmed Magnus in three moves, that seem so in sync it’s almost uncanny (“Death first to vultures and scavengers - AN ICON). So, I could see, the rest of the people in Canaan House at least envying their connection a bit, (if they haven’t already figured them out – like Pal and Ianthe), at least at first glance. And then there is ofc SYLAS OCTAKISERON, (I hate him, I am sorry, but if I could stick him headfirst to the ground I would). The Eighth generally isn’t that fond of the Ninth so no surprise there.  I am rly not sure how the OG Lyctors would feel abt them but if you have any ideas feel free to share.

 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.

Alright, so as I mentioned before, this is where the tone shifts to something more chilly, if you will. No more fairytale notions – as much as Gideon and Harrow can be perceived as a fairytale. But if we want to be particular abt Gideon and Harrow’s timeline this is the exact point where Harrow makes herself a mausoleum for one more soul, Gideon. (The pain though). I know that at first, I interpreted kingdom by the sea as the Ninth, for Gideon and Harrow, but here I think it is safe to assume that it is referencing earth again, aka the First, where the final showdown for GtN is taking place. The highborn kingsman, I think again references the Lyctors only this time we are talking Cytherea, that forced Gideon’s hand, in sacrificing herself and Harrow partly consuming her. And now Gideon is a part of Harrow, locked away in her - soon to be lobotomized - temporal lobe.

And obviously Harrow aches for Gideon, for she never wanted this to be her fate. She consumed her out of necessity, not out of want. It is the process of Lyctorhood itself that comes and takes Gideon from Harrow, that causes this painful sacrifice, and has her clutching at whatever remnants of Gideon she has, as hard as possibly, with no plan whatsoever, but to preserve her, thus rendering Gideon’s sacrifice pointless.

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:

And this is Lyctorhood ala Harrow. Aka rendering the whole procedure useless, because you love your cavalier so much you cannot bear the thought of killing and consuming them. (Or well, Lyctorhood ala Ninth House, because Anastasia attempted preserving Samael first. I mean we can see that the Ninth Necros love their cavs too much – They literally both went, Immortality and immense power? No, thanks, I don’t want it without my cav by my side. They’re both ambitious enough to try, however, and we saw what that cost them).  I think that this part works as a foreshadow for Gideon and Harrow in the future, (for a hopeful future) as well as it is the part with the closest parallel to Alecto and John. Because part of Alecto is in Harrow and part of Gideon is John, and their love is enough that Gideon kills herself for Harrow, no regrets, and the stubborn, little, malnourished nunlet lobotomizes herself to spare Gideon being consumed into nothingness. So yes, their love transcended that of the other Lyctors and their cavs, because they refused to make the sacrifice, because they loved each other so much they found a way to at least stop the procedure, instead of just ling down and taking it (well Harrow did, Gideon was ready to die for her. And again. How Gideon thinks so little of herself she thinks she is better off as a sacrificial lamb, and Harrow in her endless guilt just refuses to let her – masterful and painful in equal measure. They both feel betrayed, because the other didn’t let them die, but wanted them to live.

As for the never severing the souls, I have two words for you. Perfect Lyctorhood. (Just an idea, but we’ll see)

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 her sepulchre there by the sea, 

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

            Dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee, like the coffee-shop au dream/hallucination Harrow has? Like the constant nightmares where her brain glitches replacing Gideon with Ortus?

            I must admit that this part to me also highlights the connection between Harrow – Anastasia’s Line – and Alecto. Because we meet Alecto through the dreams, because Harrow sees Alecto in her sleeping and wakeful hours, because in the dream Harrow is Alecto and Alecto is Harrow.

The bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee, Alecto’s golden eyes, Gideon’s  golden eyes, and Harrow’s own dark ones, that while not bottomless pits are pretty dark in their own measure. Now the lying down next to my beautiful Anabel Lee part, is… tricky for those two. I honestly don’t have many ideas abt it. I can picture it as Kiriona and Harrow sitting next to one another in the Tomb, and together undoing what has been done, and then having their happy ending, but that’s as far as it goes.  If we take the idea that Harrow is the mausoleum in which Gideon’s soul is preserved, I can imagine that the whole thing will happen in the River. Perhaps from an access point on the Ninth, but literally this part is the one I most struggle to interpret.

Of course, we also need to take the biblical connections into account, and those biblical connections are in large why there are so many parallels between the two pairings. You have God and his offspring, that sacrifices herself, you have Harrow, who in a sense is also Christ going down in Hades in the days before the resurrection, and you have Alecto. John is Gideon and Harrow is Alecto and it’s a glorious mess.  We have parallels in a love that transcends all that was known before, we have it starting from what is perceived as hate but in reality, is the last strings of their sanity sticking together, with a few sprinkles of codependence. And again, is that love truly as beautiful as it appears?

We do tend to romanticize it a lot in the fandom, but ultimately, it’s a story about grief and loss. Harrow’s story is abt grief and loss and guilt. The future of the ninth was sacrificed for her to be born, her whole planet will be lost if she doesn’t find some way to help it, she has already lost so much and sacrificed so much to be where she is, and the last straw is Gideon’s death and coming back as Kiriona. And Gideon, Gideon that was born alone on the ninth that no one wanted, no one paid attention to but Harrow – Harrow who made her life a living hell yes, but Harrow who talked to her, even if it was just to exchange insults. Gideon abandoned by the world, that loved Harrow and harrow abandoned her too, in choosing not to utilize her sacrifice. Their stories are so interwoven with themes of love, loss, and grief, that the parallels are hard not to draw.

Anyhow, I am beat. I hope this makes sense. Feel free to add your own thoughts and comments, and don’t forget to take care of yourselves.

Till next time!

PS check out @katakaluptastrophy's post abt the descent of Christ/Harrow in Hades here.

It's spectacular, as usual (The articulation is so on point I cannot. I feel like a mad scientist reading a scholar's work every time). And perhaps with the Orthodox Easter approaching I might take the chance to revisit the scriptures myself.

And @fkapommel's post abt the duality of the Christ symbolism in Gideon and Harrow here.

I enjoyed this too much not to recommend it.

[a-poet-within]

What’s your favourite poem?

"Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe

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 winged seraphs in Heaven

Coveted her and me

This was the reason that, long ago

In this kingdom by the sea

The winds blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee

So that her highborn kinsmen 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 a 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 my beautiful Annabel Lee.

And so, all the nighttide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling! My darling, my life and my bride.

In her sepulchre, there by the sea,

In her tomb, by the side of the sea.

[doubleboneswithdoctorskelebone]

so any locked tomb reader out there knows how much alecto is called annabel lee which is a poem by edgar allen poe (stating the obvious ik) and here’s my very surface level analysis of the poem in regards to her:

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.

So it seems like this could be taken in that the many a year ago is pre resurrection with alecto living in earth (the kingdom by the sea) and im definitely interpreting this from john’s perspective so to love and be loved by him definitely lines up

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 wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

Them both being children could be taken as talking about pre tomb era for her, the love line is obvious, one flesh one end and all that, and the winged seraphs can be taken as representing the lyctors

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 kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

Not totally sure what the chilling line means (i haven’t reread all of harrow and nona yet so idk the specifics of the lore too well) but the last four lines definitely represent getting shut in the tomb which would switch the kingdom by the sea to the ninth rather than earth/the first which is interesting also sepulchre almost directly means the tomb so 👍

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.

The lyctors aren’t happy anymore, the envying could also reference perfect vs imperfect lyctorhood, which again references her chilling and being killed which is the process of getting shut in the tomb

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;

one flesh one end again, talks about how neither the lyctors (angels) nor resurrection beasts i think (demons down under the sea) or it could be the river/people in it, soul permeability stuff and how they’re perfect lyctors that can’t be pulled apart

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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

not sure about the first bit but i assume it’s talking about him always feeling her presence, also bright eyes! because of her gold ones, in her sepulchre (tomb) by the sea so we’ve definitely switched from the kingdom of tomb by the sea meaning earth to the ninth and then her tomb by the sea which is pretty clear

i’m probably pulling a lot of this out of my ass but i had fun analyzing this in the lens of tlt and feel free to repost or reply and add on to what i said

[beaft]

october 12th

today's spooky poem is "annabel lee", by edgar allen poe. it was a toss-up between this and "the raven", but i have a soft spot for this one, so it came out ahead. you can find a full analysis of it here.

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 kinsmen 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 see 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

—Edgar Allen Poe

[thefatiguedflautist]

My favorite poem - Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

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 kinsmen 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 her sepulchre there by the sea --

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

~*~*~*~*~*~

[someabsolutenonsense]

I have been writing papers for days and have no eloquent bones left in my body, but nobody I know has read Nona so…woe, unhinged rant be upon ye.

Okay this isn’t really deep analysis I mean its fairly obvious but if I don’t get this out of my brain I will absolutely lose it. I’ve been thinking about the significance of Alecto/The Body/Earth???/Vengeful Space Barbie as connected to the poem Annabel Lee. So first of all…

“And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.”

Like this is right there. Literally it’s a tomb with salt water. It’s right there.

“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”

This is John and his whole lyctor connection to her, because even though he is the one who locked her away he still feels connected to her. (John Gaius is so twisted, if I am understanding things right then not only did he destroy the earth but he trapped the earth’s ghost TWICE. Once in a giant living Barbie body and then again in the tomb. He’s so weirdly possessive like “no this is my planet ghost Barbie, I love her but also she’s horrifying so I’m gonna put her in a box forever but she’s still mine, cool?” Not cool, Jod. Not cool.) SO THEN

“And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.”

This is very Harrow ending up in the tomb at the end of the second book, with all of her worship of The Body. And all of the themes of the sea throughout Nona and all of the themes of the sea throughout this poem. And the way John puts Alecto on a pedestal is similar to the way Annabel Lee is framed in the poem. And of course keep in mind that John chose to call her this, he chose this poem, he damn well knows what he’s doing here at least to a certain extent. And also themes of beautiful dead girls we can’t forget about that. AND ALSO THIS SHIT

“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. “

Because it WAS many and many a year ago because John and the original lyctors are fucking ancient, kingdom by the sea is earth because our planet is covered in oceans (as reflected also in the way Nona gravitated towards the sea, she longs for it CAUSE SHE’S LITERALLY A FUCKING PLANET) but most insidious of all, and framing this as from John’s pov, is the “lived with no other thought/Than to love and be loved by me.” Because that was the goal, wasn’t it? Not even just about Alecto, with all of his lyctors. John Gaius said “none of you need to remember The Past, or all the terrible shit that happened. Just love me as your God and everything will be chill. Don’t think about it too hard.” But Alecto (a literal fucking planet, not to bring that up again) was Different TM, whiiiich brings us to…

“But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me. “

The winged seraphs of heaven of course are the other lyctors because even if they didn’t know it yet they DID want what John and Alecto had. You know, perfect lyctorhood where you don’t have to kill someone you love. And that’s the love that was more than love, and John never stopped loving her even though he permanently locked her in a tomb, CAUSE HE’S FUCKING TWISTED and I personally think everyone who wants to should get to kill Jod at least once but I’m glad Alecto got to stab him that one time. Anyway, I am very normal about this.

Also just one more thing

Edgar Allan Poe:

“That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.”

Gideon Nav:

“Do you really have the hots for some chilly weirdo in a coffin?”

[ludcake]

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 her sepulchre there by the sea,    In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe, 1850

[whiterexpper]

I and my Annabel Lee-

With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

[therantingdiaries]

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.

-Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee

[hazellevessque]

love i have a question how do you have someone say "with a love the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me" but casually and with pigeons

Is this for the Nevermore AU

[tonysunderoos]

Annabel Lee - Edgar Allen Poe

It was a many and many a year ago,

In this 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 a love that was more that 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 kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, half not so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me--

Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the a sea)

The wind blew out of a cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far any 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 rose, but I feel the eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the tide-night, I lie sown by the side

Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the we--

In her tomb by the surrounding sea.

[wordsthatsoundlikepoetry]

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 Anabel 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 kingsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her ip in the spulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The Angels, not so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me -

Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,

In that kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love 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

No the demons down under the sea

Can ever disever 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 by bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea -

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

-Edgar Allan Poe

[crossover-enthusiast]

Alr here's one called Annabel Lee that he wrote

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.

She was a child and I 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 by night

   Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born 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 a cloud, 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 see 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 her sepulchre there by the sea--

   In her tomb by the side of the sea.

Ohhh I think I remember this one from school too-

It's really sad but beautiful

[rochelleflorenciosblog]

COLLAGE POETRY

THAT A MAIDEN THERE LIVED WHOM YOU MAY KNOW.

AND THIS MAIDEN SHE LIVED WITH NO OTHER THOUGHT.

THAN TO LOVE AND BE LOVED BY MEN.

BUT WE LOVED WITH A LOVE THAT WAS MORE THAN LOVE.

WITH A LOVE THAT THE WINGED SERAPHS OF HEAVEN.

COVETED HER AND ME A WIND BLEW OUT OF A CLOUD BY NIGHT.

SO THAT HER HIGHBORN KINSMEN CAME AND BORE HER AWAY FROM ME.

BUT OUR LOVE IT WAS STRONGER BY FOR THAN THE LOVE OF THOSE WERE OLDER THAN WE OF MANY FOR WISER THAN WE.

FOR THE MOON NEVER BEAMS WITHOUT BRINGING ME DREAMS.

AND THE STARS NEVER RISE BUT I SEE THE BRIGHT EYES IN HER TOMB BY THE SIDE OF THE SEA.