Edgar Allan Poe,
Eulalie
(1845)
“ 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, While all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarté within the sky, And ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye— And ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. ”
