<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373656" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Greenest of our Valleys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br> In the greenest of our valleys,<br> By good angels tenanted,<br> Once fair and stately palace --<br> Radiant palace --reared its head.<br> In the monarch Thought's dominion --<br> It stood there!<br> Never seraph spread a pinion<br> Over fabric half so fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br> Banners yellow, glorious, golden,<br> On its roof did float and flow;<br> (This --all this --was in the olden<br> Time long ago)<br> And every gentle air that dallied,<br> In that sweet day,<br> Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,<br> A winged odour went away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br> Wanderers in that happy valley<br> Through two luminous windows saw<br> Spirits moving musically<br> To a lute's well-tuned law,<br> Round about a throne, where sitting<br> (Porphyrogene!)<br> In state his glory well befitting,<br> The ruler of the realm was seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br> And all with pearl and ruby glowing<br> Was the fair palace door,<br> Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing<br> And sparkling evermore,<br> A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty<br> Was but to sing,<br> In voices of surpassing beauty,<br> The wit and wisdom of their king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> V.<br> But evil things, in robes of sorrow,<br> Assailed the monarch's high estate;<br> (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow<br> Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)<br> And, round about his home, the glory<br> That blushed and bloomed<br> Is but a dim-remembered story<br> Of the old time entombed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VI.<br> And travellers now within that valley,<br> Through the red-litten windows, see<br> Vast forms that move fantastically<br> To a discordant melody;<br> While, like a rapid ghastly river,<br> Through the pale door,<br> A hideous throng rush out forever,<br> And laugh --but smile no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373656" data-title="In the Greenest of our Valleys de Edgar Allan Poe" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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