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!
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,
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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Comments1Just got done reading this beautiful piece by Edgar Allan Poe. It's kinda haunting in typical Poe style but still, there's this profound sense of love and adoration he communicates...shines right through the darker undertones. It's not his usual doom and gloom, and I love that it's a love story told in the most poetic manner. The comparison of the woman's beauty to the stars, it's surreal. Poe had a way with words, undeniable that. His ability to evoke feelings and create vivid mental images is unmatched. Amazing how so much emotion can be packed into something so short.