That the wind came out of a cloud by

night

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Would not take the garbage out!

We real cool. We

Left school. We

Lurk late. We

Strike straight.

But we loved with a love that was more than

love-

I and my Annabel Lee-

Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it

learned to walk without having feet.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,

A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,

And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark...