And what shoulder and what art What the hammer? What the chain? When the stars threw down their spears, Did he who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright 1 ANNABEL LEE. BY EDGAR ALLAN POE. It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden 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 winged 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 So that her high born kinsman came To shut her up in a sepulcher 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, But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, 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 MY BOAT IS ON THE SHORE BY LORD BYRON. My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; Here's a sigh to those who love me, Though the ocean roar around me, Were't the last drop in the well, Ere my fainting spirit fell, "T is to thee that I would drink. 180 |