@Robert Gentel,
Robert Gentel wrote:
You just brought me a realization: I prefer "melodic" (heavily rhythmic, emphasis on rhyming, and much smoother flow) poetry just like I prefer melodic music. My favorites of his after The Raven are Alone (I empathize greatly with some of the opening lines) and Annabel Lee (and it's soaring last stanza).
From memory;
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 selpuchre there by the sea
in her tomb by the sounding sea.
I learned this one as a boy and, I'll admit the music of it stays with you.
Here's one little known but (in my view) better
When I was a beggarly boy
And lived in a cellar damp
I had not a friend or a toy
But I had Aladdin's lamp
When I could not sleep for the cold
I had fire enough in my brain
And builded with roofs of gold
My beautiful castles in Spain
Since then I have toiled day and night
I have money and power good store
But I'd give all my lamps of silver bright
For the one that is mine no more
Take, fortune whatever you choose
You gave and may snatch away
I have nothing 'twould pain me to lose
For I own no more castles in Spain