For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
That is the last stanza of “Annabel Lee,” a poem by Edgar Allan Poe, born in Boston 205 years ago today (1809), raised in Richmond, Virginia, by foster parents, the Allans.