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Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
The trees in this place aren't moved by any wind.
That palpitate like the chill seas
These trees pulsate or shake in a way resembling the cold, restless seas.
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
No wind is causing the movement of the clouds.
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
The clouds in the unquiet or disturbed sky are not driven by wind but rustle or move restlessly.
Once it smiled a silent dell
In the past, this place was a peaceful, quiet valley.
Where the people did not dwell;
No people lived there in the past.
They had gone unto the wars,
The people from this place had gone to war.
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
They trusted the peaceful stars, leaving for war.
Nightly, from their azure towers,
Every night, from their tall, blue towers, they relied on the stars to guard the flowers.
To keep watch above the flowers,
The stars were supposed to watch over the flowers during the day.
In the midst of which all day
The sunlight lazily lay upon the flowers throughout the day.
The red sun-light lazily lay.
The red sunlight remained in the midst of the flowers all day long.
Now each visitor shall confess
Now anyone who visits this place will admit to the valley's sadness and unrest.
The sad valley's restlessness.
There's nothing in this valley that remains still or motionless.
Nothing there is motionless —
Except for the brooding airs (atmosphere or spirits) that hover over the magical solitude.
Nothing save the airs that brood
Nothing stays completely still in this place except for the brooding atmosphere that covers the enchanting loneliness.
Over the magic solitude.
Reiteration of the valley's unsettling nature and the absence of stillness.
Now each visitor shall confess
Restating the idea that anyone who comes here will acknowledge the valley's melancholy and lack of calm.
The sad valley's restlessness.
There's no element here that remains unmoving.
Nothing there is motionless —
Except for the brooding airs that linger over the enchanted seclusion.
Nothing save the airs that brood
Restating the lack of stillness and the presence of brooding spirits or atmosphere.
Over the magic solitude.
Reiteration of the idea that only the brooding atmosphere remains motionless over the magical isolation.
Once it smiled a silent dell
Repeating the description of the past serene and quiet valley.
Where the people did not dwell;
There were no inhabitants in this peaceful place previously.
They had gone unto the wars,
The people had left for war in the past.
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
They trusted the gentle stars and departed for war.
Nightly, from their azure towers,
Every night, they relied on the stars from their tall, blue towers.
To keep watch above the flowers,
The stars were supposed to guard the flowers during the day.
In the midst of which all day
The sunlight lazily rested on the flowers throughout the day.
The red sun-light lazily lay.
The red sunlight remained among the flowers throughout the day.
Now each visitor shall confess
Reiteration of the idea that anyone visiting this place will acknowledge the valley's sadness and agitation.
The sad valley's restlessness.
There's nothing in this valley that remains still or motionless.
Nothing there is motionless —
Except for the brooding airs that linger over the magical solitude.
Nothing save the airs that brood
Nothing stays completely still in this place except for the brooding atmosphere that covers the enchanting loneliness.
Over the magic solitude.
Reiteration of the unsettling nature of the valley and the absence of stillness, emphasizing the brooding atmosphere as the only constant in its magical seclusion.
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