Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “Eulalie” (Text-03), “Stuart” manuscript, 1844-1845



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.


Yr. Ob. St.  

Edgar A. Poe




In the original manuscript, Poe's signature appears to the right of the last three lines of the poem.

This manuscript was given by Robert L. Stuart to the New York Public Library in 1892. It was reproduced in facsimile in the Bulletin of the New York Public Library, December 1914 (18:1462). It is written on light blue paper, and was laid loose in an autograph album. On the back of the manuscript appears the brief “Deep in Earth.”


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