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
This hyperbole about stars not quite as bright as his lover is reused in Poe’s  Annabelle Lee : 
 And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: —"
Eulalie