THE VALLEY OF UNREST Once it smiled a silent dellWhere 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 dayThe red sun-light lazily lay.Now each visiter shall confessThe sad valley’s restlessness.Nothing there is motionless –Nothing save… Leer más El valle de la inquietud: Edgar Allan Poe