Daily Archives: July 12, 2013

Out of the Mouthes of Babes – Loveliness

SC has not had the best of years socially at school, and the other day he mentioned a little girl in his class.

“Mummy,” he said, “she says she hates me and it is such a shame because she used to be a beautiful girl!”

Yesterday he was rifling through a box of stuff and found his May Crown.

He put it on his head and went to show my mum, who asked what it was.

“It’s my May Crown,” he said, “mummy and I made one when we went to Beltane and we made one for mummy’s lovely friend too!”

Wouldn’t it be nice if we as grown-ups could think of everyone as lovely from the outset instead of being wary?

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Friday Poem – Annabel Lee

A lovely poem written by Edgar Allen Poe a few months before his death. It is said he wrote it about his wife, Virginia Clemm, who married him at 13 and dies at 25.annabel lee

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.
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 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;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
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—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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