Dream-Land
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT
On a black throne reigns upright
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime
Out of SPACE-Out of TIME
Bottomless vales and boundless floods
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore
Seas that restlessly aspire
Surging, unto skies of fire
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters-lone and dead
Their still waters-still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily
By the mountains-near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever
By the grey woods,-by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls
By each spot the most unholy
In each nook most melancholy
There the traveller meets, aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by
White-robed forms of friends long given
In agony, to the Earth-and Heaven
For the heart whose woes are legion
'T is a peaceful, soothing region
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'T is-oh, 't is an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it
May not-dare not openly view it
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fring'd lid
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses
By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT
On a black throne reigns upright
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule