enthralled. Whatsoever I see in Boston or in the vision of the wide world my judgment of it is prejudiced in ways by the existence of my friend Annabel Lee—the more so that it's mostly unconscious prejudice.
Annabel Lee's is an intense personality—one meets with intense personalities now and again, in children or in bull-dogs or in persons like my friend Annabel Lee.
And I never tire of looking at Annabel Lee, and I never tire of listening to her, and I never tire of thinking about her.
And thinking of her, my mind grows wistful.
