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 brideвБ†вАФ
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, lessвБ†вАФless bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
And never a flake
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest EulalieвАЩs most unregarded curlвБ†вАФ
Can compare with the bright-eyed EulalieвАЩs most humble and careless curl.
Now DoubtвБ†вАФnow Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarté within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eyeвБ†вАФ
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.