Eulalie
Edgar Allan Poe No Comments »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
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