Read the excerpt from “In the Greenest of Our Valleys,” by Edgar Allan Poe. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. How are the ideas in the excerpt similar to Poe’s ideas in the third stanza of "Annabel Lee"?