“‘The angels, not half 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,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.’
But no,” said I; “the angels in heaven are surely more than half
so happy as you and I.”
“More than half,” said my friend Annabel Lee. “They need not send
clouds from heaven on that account.”