But the angels are good; in heaven above
They gather the wrecks of the sea,
They gather the gold from the wrecks of love,
And the soul in its purity free—
So this is what they’ve done with the love
Of Poe and his Annabel Lee.
I’ve stood in the room where they lived and loved,
And my soul touched the Life to be,
And I felt the spell of the hidden light
That lived in Annabel Lee;