An Acrostic

E
lizabeth it is in vain you say

L
ove not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:

I
n vain those words from thee or L. E. L.

Z
antippe's talents had enforced so well:

A
h! if that language from thy heart arise,

B
reathe it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.

E
ndymion, recollect, when Luna tried

T
o cure his love — was cured of all beside —

H
is folly — pride — and passion — for he died.

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Edgar Allan Poe