When this poem looks like it is about love, well, I advise you to reconsider this thought. Because this “love” escalated to become more of an immortal love, the kind that death could not erase, the kind that, for scholars, is spooky, the kind that would have been a Disney story but kids could have been traumatized for good after the last scene. What’s so spooky about a lover lying down beside the sepulcher of his long dead girlfriend, huh?
Edgar takes us into a journey to “The kingdom by the sea” where the speaker was and still in love with a girl named Annabel Lee. What characterizes this love is that it was a childhood love, like no other. It grew with their growth; it was envied by the “Seraphs” and oppressed by Annabel’s “Highborn” family (Does it ring a bell? Romeo and Juliet maybe). But our love birds were clinging to each other no matter what. However, one thing was able to “Dissever” them from each other, death. And so it happened.
When you think that this poem is getting spooky stanza after stanza, Edgar chills you down by mentioning some of the surrounding nature, but even this is spooky in a way. Let’s track this down:
“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;”
So, he dreams of her almost every night. Whenever the moon shines or the stars rises, and here where it gets kind of creepy, imagine that the numerous stars in the sky are the eyes of Annabel Lee, whenever these stars twinkling the lilac sky he feels as if Annabel’s drowsy eyes wakes up from sleep to stare at him all night, wherever he is and whatever he does, she is always beside him, staring. I consider this stanza profoundly poetic.
Nevertheless, I believe that we were oblivious to something very important; the way Edgar had built the picture of Annabel and the speaker in our minds without referring to their physical characteristics. Words like “Maiden” “Highborn” and “sepulcher“; could tell that Annabel is an aristocratic girl and the speaker is kind of less aristocratic. She’s definitely young, and to the eyes of the speaker she is beautiful. However, we can know the status of the speaker at the moment; he’s definitely pale and thin, dusty due to lying next to her tomb.
Once you enter the world of Edgar Allan Poe you can’t leave unless you read as much as you can of his writings. And every time you can bet on him using those fancy, dreadful but brilliant words.