The Valley of Unrest

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
Now each visitor shall confess
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 three 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



Credits
Writer(s): Lou Reed
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