Three songs for baritone, cello, piano

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 wing'd 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	
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 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 her sepulchre there by the sea,
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Mild the mist upon the hill 
Telling not of storms tomorrow; 
No, the day has wept its fill, 
Spent its store of silent sorrow. 

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth, 
I am a child once more, 
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof 
And near the old hall door 

I watch this cloudy evening fall 
After a day of rain; 
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall 
The horizon's mountain chain. 

The damp stands on the long green grass 
As thick as morning's tears, 
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass 
That breathe of other years.

The sun has set, and the long grass [now]1
Waves [dreamily]2 in the evening wind; 
[And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone 
In some warm nook a couch to find.]3 

In all the lonely landscape round 
I see no [light]4 and hear no sound, 
Except the wind [that far away]5
Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.