The third replica has not the same glamour.

The first two are transfigurations into divinity.

The phrase thrown on the screen is "The moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee." And the sense of loss goes through and through one like a flight of arrows.

Another noble picture, more realistic, more sculpturesque, is of Annabel mourning on her knees in her room.

Her bended head makes her akin to "Niobe, all tears." The boy meditating on a park-path is meanwhile watching the spider in his web devour the fly.