“‘But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we;
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.’
If you loved anything,” said I, “’twould be stronger by far than
that of some who are older, and of very many who may be wiser.”
“I don’t think wisdom and age have to do with it,” said my friend
Annabel Lee.
“And the angels in heaven would count for very little in it,” said
I.
“No, certainly not the angels in heaven,” said my friend Annabel
Lee.
“Nor the demons down under the sea?” I asked.
“I don’t know about _them_,” said my friend Annabel Lee.