Perennial tears descend in gems
From the eyes of those who remember when
They weep: from off their delicate stems
Where leaves will never grow again
Eternal dews come down in drops
In a flood which seems will never stop
They wave: from out their fragrant tops
Poison rain destroys good crops
And weep above a nameless grave!
In this world where nothing can be saved
Over the lilies there that wave
On the seashore, near the cave
In myriad types of the human eye
None of them notice when I cry
Over the violets there that lie
My breath escapes in a hopeless sigh
Uneasily from morn till even
I search in vain to find a reason
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Naught is revealed in study or sweven
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
In vain another day I've striven
Around the misty Hebrides!
A voice moans mournful through the trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
The moans cause the blood in my veins to freeze
Over the magic solitude
A feeling of terror doth intrude
Nothing save the airs that brood
Can be envisioned or construed
Nothing there is motionless
An invisible hand my cheek does caress
The sad valley's restlessness
Brings to my soul a deep distress
Now each visitor shall confess
Now each mind will begin to regress
The red sunlight lazily lay
Over the kingdom far away
In the midst of which all day
The devout bow their heads to pray
To keep watch above the flowers
To drive away the terror of the hours
Nightly, from their azure towers
Whilst death rains from the sky in showers
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars
To take them somewhere very far
They had gone unto the wars
Knowing not what they were fighting for
Where the people did not dwell
The world made a living hell
Once it smiled a silent dell
O'er the land rang the sound of a funeral bell
By Cie and Gem and Gerry and Pepper
With apologies and thanks to Edgar Allan Poe
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