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Poem by Edgar Allan Poe


                              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, lessless bright
                              ⁠The stars of the night
⁠                    Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
⁠                              And never a flake
                              ⁠That the vapour 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 Doubtnow 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. 

Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe's other poems:
  1. An Acrostic
  2. The Divine Right of Kings
  3. Sancta Maria
  4. Enigma
  5. To the River

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