In The Greenest Of Our Valleys Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

In The Greenest Of Our Valleys

Rating: 3.1


I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once fair and stately palace --
Radiant palace --reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion --
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.

II.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This --all this --was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odour went away.

III.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

IV.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

V.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

VI.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh --but smile no more.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 30 November 2016

Spirits moving musically To a lutes well tuned laws Excellent conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.

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* Sunprincess * 09 September 2015

.......love the style and vocabulary of this write...adding to my favorites ★

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Mark Arvizu 07 November 2014

To be able to compose so vividly

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Natasha Foster 01 April 2013

Love those last two stanzas! He's truly a remarkable writer! :)

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Never Mind 04 July 2012

In the greenest of our valleys...lies nostalgia. Longing for the past where memories are always happy and golden. The pace of time moved slower then. Compared to that happy time, the present seems to move at a ghastly rapid pace.

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