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DREAMLAND.
"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."

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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.

II.

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.

III.

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,--

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.

IV.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region;
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis–0), '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 fringèd lid;
And thus the sad soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

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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.

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