Edgar Allan Poe

Here you will find the Poem Valley Of Unrest, The of poet Edgar Allan Poe

Valley Of Unrest, The

Once it smiled a silent dell
 Where the people did not dwell;
 They had gone unto the wars,
 Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
 Nightly, from their azure towers,
 To keep watch above the flowers,
 In the midst of which all day
 The red sunlight lazily lay.
 Now each visitor shall confess
 The sad valley's restlessness.
 Nothing there is motionless-
 Nothing save the airs that brood
 Over the magic solitude.
 Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
 That palpitate like the chill seas
 Around the misty Hebrides!
 Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
 That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
 Uneasily, from morn till even,
 Over the violets there that lie
 In myriad types of the human eye-
 Over the lilies there that wave
 And weep above a nameless grave!
 They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
 Eternal dews come down in drops.
 They weep:- from off their delicate stems
 Perennial tears descend in gems.