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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!
And never a flake / 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, / Astarté within the sky, / While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye --
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.