For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 35 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, 40 In her tomb by the sounding sea. TO MY MOTHER Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find among their burning terms of love-- None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-- 5 You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts where Death installed you In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother, my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you 10 Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. ELDORADO Gayly bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, 5 In search of Eldorado. But he grew old, This knight so bold, And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found 10 No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow: 15 "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be, This land of Eldorado?" "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, 20 Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied, "If you seek for Eldorado!" TALES THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu'on le touche il résonne. Béranger