Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's poem "Annabel Lee". Experience the hypnotic blend of Sea Salt, Ocean Mist and Sandalwood with this waxmelt. The wind came out of the cloud by night,  Chilling and killing never smelt so right. Each wax melt square scent will last 9-14 hours. Approximately 2-2.5 oz of wax Macabre Scents only uses high quality soy wax and essential oils. Better for the environment and scent last longer. Read below to see why Macabre Scent felt this haunting poem needed a haunting sent. 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 sounding sea. by Edgar Allan Poe

Finally found her the perfect name. 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 her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. -Edgar Allan Poe

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-Edgar Allen Poe Model: Caroline Jenkins It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived who 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 seaphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out o fa cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher 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 heave 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 sounding sea. -Edgar Allan Poe (Annabel Lee)

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"....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 one 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 sounding sea" from "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe