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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 / Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: -- from off their delicate stems / Perennial tears descend in gems.