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Dream-Land by Edgar Allan Poe (published 1844)

Discussion in 'Quotes & Poems' started by creedito, Sep 1, 2015.

  1. creedito

    creedito Forum Veteran Established

    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 dews 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
    'Tis a peaceful, soothing region --
    For the spirit that walks in shadow
    'Tis -- oh 'tis 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 fringed 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 .
     
  2. thanks for posting :)
     
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