by Edgar Allan Poe

Story copied from the Wikisource.



 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 morn-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.
 While all day long
 Shines, bright and strong,
 Astarté within the sky.
And ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye—
And ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

Public domain Eulalie is currently in the Public Domain. This text can now be legally distributed as the work was published before 1923 and the author died in 1849 therefore the 70 year extension has expired.