I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee, With a love that the wingéd seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling The angels, not so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me. Yes! that was the reason (as all men know) In this kingdom by the sea, That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For 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 the side In her tomb by the sounding sea. -Edgar Allan Poe. How, erect, at the outermost gates With his feet on the ladder of light, The Angels of Wind and of Fire With the song's irresistible stress; With eyes unimpassioned and slow, From the spirits on earth that adore, From the hearts that are broken with losses, And he gathers the prayers as he stands, It is but a legend, I know,— Of the ancient Rabbinical lore; But haunts me and holds me the more. When I look from my window at night, All throbbing and panting with stars, And the legend, I feel, is a part -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. WHEN THE KYE COME HAME Come, all ye jolly shepherds, That whistle through the glen! I'll tell ye o' a secret That courtiers dinna ken: What is the greatest bliss That the tongue o' man can name? 'Tis to woo a bonnie lassie When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, When the kye come hame, 'Tween the gloomin' an' the mirk, "T is not beneath the burgonet, Nor yet in bed o' down: 'Tis beneath the spreading birk, In the glen without the name, There the blackbird bigs his nest, When the blewart bears a pearl, Then the lavrock, frae the blue lift, To woo his bonnie lassie, When the kye come hame. See yonder pawky shepherd, When the kye come hame. When the little wee bit heart O, there's a joy sae dear That the heart can hardly frame! Wi' a bonnie, bonnie lassie, When the kye come hame. |