Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
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That rustle through the unquiet heaven
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Uneasily, from morn till even
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Over the violets there that lie
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In myriad types of the human eye
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Over the lilies three that wave
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See them weeping above a nameless grave
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Once it smiled a silent dell
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Where the people did not dwell
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They had gone unto the wars
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Trusting to the mild-eyed stars
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Nightly, from the azure towers
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To keep watch above the flowers
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In the midst of which all day
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The red sunlight lazily lay
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Ah, by no wind, are stirred those trees
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That palpitate like the chill seas
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Around the misty, misty Hebrides
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The violets wave from out there tops
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Eternal dews come down in drops
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They weep from of delicate storms
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See the perennial tears descend in gems
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Once it smiled a silent dell
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Where the people did not dwell
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They had gone unto the wars
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Trusting to the mild-eyed stars
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Nightly, from the azure towers
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To keep watch above the flowers
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In the midst of which all day
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The red sunlight lazily lay
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The Valley Of Unrest
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| Akin |
