Kaitlin

ANNABELLE LEE

Author: 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 kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
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 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 sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

My name is Kaitlin. I live in Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada with my lovely husband, my two cats and my lovebird.

I like the odd get-together with friends, I love summer, red lipstick, birds, paint on my hands, tattoos, piercings, flowy skirts, big hair, chivalry, polaroid photographs. I love anything French, Celtic, new age, hippy, vintage, nautical, scented, military, carved, personalized or just plain romantic. I love animals, anatomy drawings, bingo and housewares. I'm a sucker for poetry and sincerity.

I buy ugly things because I feel bad for them, and people just assume I have poor taste.

I'm an artist, a knitter, I crochet and I intend on learning to spin wool before the year is through.

I contemplate my mortality probably more than anyone should and I get an almost manic sense of elation out of the simplest, most mundane sights - the way sunlight reflects off of the rooftops of the city and how a raindrop holds it shape on a stairway railing.