Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Eulalie - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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!
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 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-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.


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  • Mannika Raghav (1/20/2016 12:08:00 PM)

    Feels as though
    Mr. Edgar Allan Poe,
    Is cheating on his first,
    Young Miss Annabel Lee
    With the fair maiden, Eulalie. (Report) Reply

  • Mysia Hayling Mysia Hayling (1/18/2016 10:10:00 AM)

    very nice poem how love can awaken the soul. (Report) Reply

  • John Dam John Dam (1/13/2016 8:20:00 AM)

    Nice Poem, in fact its beautiful! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Abderrahmane Dakir Abderrahmane Dakir (1/1/2016 4:42:00 AM)

    Nice poem.good job. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Alisha Castle Alisha Castle (12/27/2015 12:42:00 PM)

    beautiful poetry................... (Report) Reply

  • Chris Day (11/19/2015 5:14:00 PM)

    Love you 😍 (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Ward (11/1/2015 1:40:00 PM)

    Poe has always showed us his mind in the most unique and creative ways. (Report) Reply

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  • Nafis Shadhin (10/21/2015 1:37:00 PM)

    I enjoyed every line of this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Jack Phillips Jack Phillips (10/21/2015 9:11:00 AM)

    edgar allen poe is amazing (Report) Reply

  • Reyvrex Questor Reyes Reyvrex Questor Reyes (10/12/2015 8:00:00 PM)

    I dwelt in dreams
    To make love to my love
    In make-believe life seems
    When love meek as a dove
    Filled all my nights and days and weeks
    With tenderness that my heart seeks. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/4/2015 2:51:00 PM)

    Superb poem, I enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/19/2015 4:51:00 AM)

    Wonderful experience that I got in reading this great poet's poem. (Report) Reply

  • George Hill (9/9/2015 6:54:00 AM)

    I do not like Poe's writings of prose.They are stale the day he wrote this.And no fashion additive kills a poem of panache. (Report) Reply

    George Hill (9/9/2015 6:57:00 AM)

    Poe should have been an accountant.-Albert George Vinny

  • Akintoye Temitayo Akintoye Temitayo (8/30/2015 4:51:00 PM)

    Good work.....brilliant (Report) Reply

  • Nancy Oyula Nancy Oyula (8/25/2015 3:38:00 AM)

    The 3rd,4th and 5th lines of the first stanza had me. I find this poem somehow similar to Annabel Lee, IDK. Anyone else? (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (8/21/2015 11:00:00 AM)

    Nicely written poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Charity Nduhiu Charity Nduhiu (8/19/2015 1:32:00 AM)

    Such a good dedication. Sweet poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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