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 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!