I MUST leave thee, lady sweet!/ Months shall waste before we meet;/ Winds are fair, and sails are spread,/ Anchors leave their ocean bed;/ Ere this shining day grow dark,/ Skies shall gird my shorele...
Thou wast all that to me, love,/ For which my soul did pine:/ A green isle in the sea, love,/ A fountain and a shrine/ All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,/ And all the flowers were mine...
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...
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human