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 gray 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,--