The Valley of Unrest - Edgar Allan Poe

'The Valley of Unrest' was originally published in Poems (1831) as 'Valley of Nis'. The final revison was published in American Whig Review (April 1845).

	The Valley of Unrest

	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 sun-light 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.

Edgar Allan Poe
(c) Keith Parkins 1999 -- April 1999 rev 0