Edgar Allan Poe - A Collection

Eulalie

I dwelt alone

In a world of moan,

And my soul was a stagnant tide

Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my >>smil<< <blushing> bride —

Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

And ah! less bright

The stars of the night

Than the eyes of the radiant girl,

And never a flake

Their lustre can make

Of the vapor and gold and pearl

Can vie with the sweet young Eulalie's most unregarded curl —

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt — now Pain

Come never again,

For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,

And all day long

Shines bright and strong

Astarté within the sky,

And ever to it dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye —

And ever to it young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.