" The assembly proceeded to the new grave that would come to serve as a burial place for Edgar, Virginia, and Aunt Maria, reuniting the peculiar household that been Poe’s sorrow and solace in life. There they read aloud his final poem, “Annabel Lee”—and in its last lines, the farewell of an artist finally at rest: 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. "

― Paul Collins , Edgar Allan Poe: The Fever Called Living