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- 1845
- EULALIE
- 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.
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- Ah, less- less bright
- The stars of the night
- Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
- 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.
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- Now Doubt- now Pain
- Come never again,
- For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
- And all day long
- Shines, bright and strong,
- Astarte 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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- -THE END-
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