A Poet To His Beloved I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
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.
Site Note: All information shared via Romance 101 is completely 100% confidential and never will be sold or given away. This site is kept fully funded by all the advertising you see on this site. It is the advertising you see that keeps Romance 101 free for your enjoyment.