Your sun makes me look bigger

  

                                  

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

                                                                    (Written in 1849) 

                                                                     Edgar Allan Poe