Agathos Dorea

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 her side
My darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

~Edgar Allen Poe