An Acrostic, by Edgar Allan Poe

Elizabeth it is in vain you say "Love not" -- thou sayest it in so sweet a way: In vain those words from thee or L.E.L. Zantippe's talents had enforced so well: Ah! if that language from thy heart arise, Breath it less gently forth -- and veil thine eyes. Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried To cure his love -- was cured of all beside -- His follie -- pride -- and passion -- for he died.