Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven   That rustle through the unquiet heaven   Uneasily, from morn till even   Over the violets there that lie   In myriad types of the human eye   Over the lilies three that wave   See them weeping above a nameless grave      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 the azure towers   To keep watch above the flowers   In the midst of which all day   The red sunlight lazily lay      Ah, by no wind, are stirred those trees   That palpitate like the chill seas   Around the misty, misty Hebrides   The violets wave from out there tops   Eternal dews come down in drops   They weep from of delicate storms   See the perennial tears descend in gems      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 the azure towers   To keep watch above the flowers   In the midst of which all day   The red sunlight lazily lay