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 wales 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 topling evermore into seas   without a shore   seas that restlessly aspire, surging into   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 lilly.      By the lakes that thus outspread their lone water,   lone and dead.   Their sad waters, sad and chilly with the snows of the   lolling lilly, by the mountains, near the river   murmuring slowly, 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 that 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 Earth and Heaven.   For the heart whose woes are legion this is peaceful,   soothing region, for the spirit that walks   in shadows this is, oh, this is Eldorado!   Bid the traveller, travelling through it, may not   dare not opening view it   never its mysteries are exposed to the weak   human eye unclosed,   so will its King who hath forbid the uplifting   of the frigid 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 an ultimate dim Thule.   Dreamland...