This poem I read in English class made me cry:
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 winged 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 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.
Dang, depressing much? I'd expect nothing less from Edgar Allen Poe, it's like going into an Adam Sandler movie and expecting it to be highbrow comedy that isn't immature toilet stuff.