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 sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Over the lilies there 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.
— The Valley of Unrest, Edgar Allan Poe
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Hi there!
So, umm, I don't know where to begin, but my old Tumblr (@kieopetals) was suspended, so I might have to post some of my older posts here (like the faceclaim of HP and such).
Hopefully, my new Tumblr will be all right. Thank you!
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