Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

The Valley Of Unrest - Poem 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 sunlight 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.

Comments about The Valley Of Unrest by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Gold Star - 36,621 Points * Sunprincess * (9/16/2015 3:59:00 PM)

    ....so picturesque, so beautiful, so vivid and haunting....love this ★ (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,351 Points Mark Arvizu (9/9/2014 9:44:00 AM)

    I love how Poe always works in the something is not quite right theme into his work (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 19, 2012

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