It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
...
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;
...
Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other now
When passion is decay'd?
...
'It Is Not A Word'
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.