The Valley of Unrest
October ‘21: Wild Card Pt 1
The Valley of Unrest
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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
External dews come down in drops.
They weep:—from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
I felt I had to do something in order to celebrate Halloween for you this year, and particularly because I never quite got to this month’s cover video, I’m very happy to present in my absence: a short series of Edgar Allan Poe poems.
For today and until Halloween night, I’ll be sending along these short works.
I hope you enjoy them. Happy Halloween!
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