Edgar Allan Poe – Antonino Schiera

Eulalia

Originally posted on Cantiere poesia:
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…