XVI
A Measure of Sorrow
"BUT though you are equally as beautiful as Poe's Annabel Lee," I said to my friend Annabel Lee—"and half the time I think you are the same one—still when I read over the poem in my mind I find differences."
"You find differences," said my friend Annabel Lee.
I repeated:
"'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.'
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.'
