In 's poem "," there are actually a few lines that convey the death of his
beloved maiden whose only thought was to "love and be loved by" the speaker.
In stanza three, the tone shifts from one of adoration to a more somber reflection. In
lines three and four in this stanza, he recalls,
A wind
blew out of a cloud, chillingMy beautiful Annabel Lee;
A wind here is...
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