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 care, I and my Annabel Leea With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. ... The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels all pallid and wan, Uprising , unveiling affirm That the play is ... The stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight ; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, anbsp;...
|Title||:||The Literary News|
|Author||:||Frederick Leypoldt, Augusta Harriet Garrigue Leypoldt|