EULALIE. EULALIE. I. 27 DWELT alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride,- II. Ah! less-less bright The stars of the night, Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the vapour 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. III. 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— E. A. POE. 28 ANNABEL LEE. ANNABEL LEE. I. T was many and many a year ago,. In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived, whom you may know And this maiden she lived with no other thought II. I was a child, and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my Annabel Lee With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven ANNABEL LEE. Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, That the wind came out of the cloud by night, V. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: VI. For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side In her tomb by the sounding sea. E. A. POE. 29 |