Twas once upon a time I stood
Nearby the sounding sea.
By the man, who loved the maiden.
Beautiful, Annabel Lee.
As he spoke then, my sorrow welled.
And likewise did the sea.
It seemed that even Neptune sighed.
And welled; wept both wind and lee.
And that was well, for each of us
Now yearned and wept as three.
For all the maidens men have loved
In such kingdoms by the sea.
And so that evening as I stood;
Just Neptune, Poe, and me.
I spied a spirit maiden wrapped
In a gown blown loose and free.
The spectre heard our mournful wail
Like sirens by the sea.
And drifted by and wondered at
Such sad, sorrowed souls as we.
He looked, and then Poe saw her eyes.
As Neptune did, and me.
The same he saw so long ago
In a kingdom by the sea.
He stretched his arms, and she stretched hers;
As Neptune's arms gripped me.
And as we cried, she took him up.
Both then, as if one, you see.
Then Neptune's trident pointed out
The way for Poe and she.
And those three drifted up and off
This cliff, by the sounding sea.
The last I saw, as I stood still
And felt the wind blow free;
The maiden that Poe dearly loved
From that kingdom by the sea.
She turned her head and cast her eyes
And smiled a smile at me.
Twas then I knew, she'd take me too;
This soul, called Annabel Lee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem