akin
the valley of unrest
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 three that wave See them weeping above a nameless grave 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 the azure towers To keep watch above the flowers In the midst of which all day The red sunlight lazily lay Ah, by no wind, are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty, misty Hebrides The violets wave from out there tops Eternal dews come down in drops They weep from of delicate storms See the perennial tears descend in gems 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 the azure towers To keep watch above the flowers In the midst of which all day The red sunlight lazily lay