Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

In The Greenest Of Our Valleys - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

I.
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.

II.
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.

III.
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
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

IV.
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.

V.
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.

VI.
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.


Comments about In The Greenest Of Our Valleys by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Veteran Poet - 1,091 Points Mark Arvizu (11/7/2014 12:14:00 PM)

    To be able to compose so vividly (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 18 Points Natasha Foster (4/1/2013 11:07:00 AM)

    Love those last two stanzas! He's truly a remarkable writer! :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Never Mind (7/4/2012 4:51:00 AM)

    Loss and misfortune mature and change us forever. The same valley over time loses its regality and golden lustre, becoming no more than a haunted shell of what it used to be. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Never Mind (7/4/2012 4:41:00 AM)

    In the greenest of our valleys...lies nostalgia. Longing for the past where memories are always happy and golden. The pace of time moved slower then. Compared to that happy time, the present seems to move at a ghastly rapid pace. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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