Poe
Eulalie–A Song
by Edgar Allan Poe
[first published in 1843]

                   I dwelt alone
                   In a world of moan,
         And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride–
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

                   Ah, less–less bright
                   The stars of the night
         Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
                   And never a flake
                   That the vapor can make
         With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest 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,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye–
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

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