I remember Annabel Lee as the first poem, with which I fell in love. I think I was 11 or 12 at the time; I was going through a dark time then, and I used to write very dark poems myself. Not great, but dark for someone who barely lived.
It is very melancholy, this poem, and yet very inspiring. By the time you finish it, you feel a sparkle within you, but the same time you feel a great pang of sadness washing over you.
Or maybe it's just me.