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!
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.

~*~

Edgar Allan Poe wrote of the mysterious Eulalie. She who pulled her lover from a bottomless sadness into life. Ode to the transformative power of true love, the perfect theme for the dark Gothic romantic. Our “Eulalie” bodice is named for this poem!

The bodice shape is surprisingly flattering on a variety of figures. Pair it with our “Impetuous” skirt for a classic look or with our “Opiate” skirt for a more Aristocratic feel. 🙂

-Tae