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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VALLEY OF VAIN VERSES, by HENRY VAN DYKE Poet's Biography
First Line: The grief that is but feigning
Last Line: And they crumble into dust.
Alternate Author Name(s): Civis Americanus
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets
First Line: The grief that is but feigning
Last Line: And they crumble into dust.
Alternate Author Name(s): Civis Americanus
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets
THE grief that is but feigning,
And weeps melodious tears
Of delicate complaining
From self-indulgent years;
The mirth that is but madness,
And has no inward gladness
Beneath its laughter straining,
To capture thoughtless ears;
The love that is but passion
Of amber-scented lust;
The doubt that is but fashion;
The faith that has no trust;
These Thamyris disperses,
In the Valley of Vain Verses
Below the Mount Parnassian, --
And they crumble into dust.
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