35 lines
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Plaintext
35 lines
1.2 KiB
Plaintext
1831
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THE VALLEY OF UNREST
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by Edgar Allan Poe
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Once it smiled a silent dell
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Where the people did not dwell;
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They had gone unto the wars,
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Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
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Nightly, from their azure towers,
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To keep watch above the flowers,
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In the midst of which all day
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The red sunlight lazily lay.
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Now each visitor shall confess
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The sad valley's restlessness.
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Nothing there is motionless-
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Nothing save the airs that brood
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Over the magic solitude.
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Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
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That palpitate like the chill seas
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Around the misty Hebrides!
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Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
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That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
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Uneasily, from morn till even,
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Over the violets there that lie
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In myriad types of the human eye-
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Over the lilies there that wave
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And weep above a nameless grave!
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They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
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Eternal dews come down in drops.
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They weep:- from off their delicate stems
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Perennial tears descend in gems.
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-THE END-
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