Gün bitti. Ağaçta neşe söndü.
In English we say "Overthinking" but in poetry we say:
"The storms in my head ruin the garden that my soul holds."
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.
