An Acrostic

by Edgar Allan Poe

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.