Annabel Lee - Our Valentine's Coffee

In February we release our tribute to eternal love with our Annabel Lee. A homage to Edgar Allen Poe's last complete poem before his death in 1849. Titled simply "Annabel Lee" the poem's narrator describes his love for Annabel as one that was so intense that it made angels envious.

Some have speculated that Annabel Lee was inspired by poet Frances Sargent Osgood, while others insist that Annabel was none other than Poe's wife, Virginia as she was the only one Poe had met as a child, been his bride and had died. 

We pay homage to this story with a coffee that offers notes of dark cacao for the brooding nature of longing love, fruit notes of dark red cherries to depict the eternal love and a low brightness to keep the angels envious. It's a delicious and rich cup and we hope you enjoy it.

Officially published in 1850 in Union Magazine, it was originally published on October 9, 1849 by the New York Daily Tribune as part of Poe's obituary.

Our Annabel Lee coffee is available at both our Hampden and Cockeysville locations, as well as online here.

Happy Valentine's Day.


Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allen Poe

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 kinsman 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the side of the sea. 

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