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Eulalie — A Song
By Edgar Allan Poe

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                      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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