Eulalie by Edgar Allan Poe

I live alone
in a world of woe

my soul a stagnant tide

but then that fair and gentle maiden
Eulalie became my blushing bride

with fair yellow hair
this young beautiful girl
Eulalie became my blushing bride

The Stars in heaven shine
less brightly than her eyes

The vapor coming off the moon
purple and pearls
have nothing compared to
the radiance which emanates
from her very soul

The galaxies and milky way
cannot contend with the way
she tosses her hair in a curl

Doubting pains and pangs
in my side in my mind
in my eyes

No more!
Away with thee

for my soul belongs
to her

and hers
to me