I

ANNABEL LEE

T 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.

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 the kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of the cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half 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 those that were older than we-
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

Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allen Poe.

S

HEROISM

O nigh is grandeur to our

dust,

So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must,

The youth replies, I can.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson.

I

AT THE DOOR

to lure

THOUGHT myself indeed

secure,

So fast the door, so firm the lock;

But, low! he toddling comes

My parent ear with timorous knock.

My heart were stone could it withstand
The sweetness of my baby's plea-
That timorous baby knocking and
"Please let me in, it's only me.

I threw aside the unfinished book,
Regardless of its tempting charms,
And, opening wide the door, I took
My laughing darling in my arms.
Who knows but in Eternity

I like a truant child shall wait
The glories of a life to be

Beyond a Heavenly Father's gate?

And will that Heavenly Father heed
The truant's supplicating cry,

As at the outer door I plead,
""Tis I, O Father! only I?"

-Eugene Field.

W

THE FOUR WINDS

IND of the North,

Wind of the Norland snows,
Wind of the winnowed skies
and sharp, clear stars-
Blow cold and keen across

the naked hills,

And crisp the lowland pools with crystal films,

And blur the casement squares with glit

tering ice,

But go not near my love.

Wind of the West,

Wind of the few, far clouds,

Wind of the gold and crimson sunset lands

Blow fresh and pure across the peaks and plains,

And broaden the blue spaces of the heavens,

And sway the grasses and the mountain pines,

But let my dear one rest.