Edgar Allan Poe

Here you will find the Poem In the Greenest of our Valleys of poet Edgar Allan Poe

In the Greenest of our Valleys

 In the greenest of our valleys,
 By good angels tenanted,
 Once fair and stately palace --
 Radiant palace --reared its head.
 In the monarch Thought's dominion --
 It stood there!
 Never seraph spread a pinion
 Over fabric half so fair.

 Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
 On its roof did float and flow;
 (This --all this --was in the olden
 Time long ago)
 And every gentle air that dallied,
 In that sweet day,
 Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
 A winged odour went away.

 Wanderers in that happy valley
 Through two luminous windows saw
 Spirits moving musically
 To a lute's well-tuned law,
 Round about a throne, where sitting
 In state his glory well befitting,
 The ruler of the realm was seen.

 And all with pearl and ruby glowing
 Was the fair palace door,
 Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
 And sparkling evermore,
 A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
 Was but to sing,
 In voices of surpassing beauty,
 The wit and wisdom of their king.

 But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
 Assailed the monarch's high estate;
 (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
 Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
 And, round about his home, the glory
 That blushed and bloomed
 Is but a dim-remembered story
 Of the old time entombed.

 And travellers now within that valley,
 Through the red-litten windows, see
 Vast forms that move fantastically
 To a discordant melody;
 While, like a rapid ghastly river,
 Through the pale door,
 A hideous throng rush out forever,
 And laugh --but smile no more.