Monday, April 13, 2009

Eulalie by Edgar Allan Poe

Eulalie

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!
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 Doubtnow 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.

To : professor Whalen
From: Pharah Dubuisson lefevre
Class 206 British Literature