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In honor of Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday this week I thought I would put up one of his best poems. I re-read his story The Assignation again this week and I found something new in it that I had not seen before. Perhaps experience and some heart-ache have changed my perspective a little. I challenge you to read it if you never have taken the time. Enjoy !
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 sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sun 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 those 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 three 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.
By Edgar Allan Poe
Sending kisses like dewdrops your way !
The Castle Lady