I go to concert, party, ball What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall

I go to concert, party, ball – What profit is in these?

I sit alone against the wall

And strive to look at ease. The incense that is mine by right

They burn before Her shrine; And that’s because I’m seventeen

And she is forty-nine.

/from My Rival by R. Kipling/

2. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I see 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 side of the sea.

/from Annabel Lee by E.A. Poe/