"Then I peered into the large eyes of Ligeia...They were fuller than the fullest of the gazelle eyes of the tribe of the valley of Nourjahad. Yet it was only at intervals—in moments of intense excitement—that this peculiarity became more than slightly noticeable in Ligeia."
The moon and night shine in her eyes
The gaping void of what's not known
And postmortem my soul relies
On my dead queen upon her throne
No other lady pleases me
Like my lover in the grave
Henceforth all my eyes doth see
Ligeia's form with beckoning wave
Castellated guardian estate
With chambers filled with gold
Cannot retract the dreadful fate
Of my loving wife of old
The intellect and passion
Of Ligeia, god did send
She spoke in such a fashion
A frisson sent my hairs on end
Worm conquered, but I'm not alone
She remains within the haze
Though Death did play Her dooming tone
I can't escape Ligeia's gaze
Golden censers and a Death knell
Burning incense, then, to my surprise
The stoic face I loved so well
The midnight of Ligeia's eyes
