Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,

For nature’s first green is gold

And summer’s lease hath too short a date.

Before Eden sinks down to grief

And dawn subsides into day,

Let thy eternal summer never fade

For neither the angels above

Not the demons under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Anna bell lee

Nor can death brag that thou wand rest in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou growst.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabell Lee

And the stars never shine, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabell lee.

As long as men can breathe and eyes can see, so long lives this, and thus gives itself to thee.