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 valleys 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 Unceasingly, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye, Over the lilies 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.
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"Once it smiled a silent dell..."
This evocative piece by Edgar Allan Poe, titled "The Valley Of Unrest", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...