[00:25.74]By a route obscure and lonely,
[00:30.67]Haunted by ill angels only,
[00:36.29]Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
[00:41.31]On a black throne reigns upright,
[00:46.51]I have reached these lands but newly
[00:51.94]From an ultimate dim Thule, -
[00:57.15]From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
[01:02.54]Out of SPACE - out of TIME.
[01:07.79]Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
[01:12.20]And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
[01:17.36]With forms that no man can discover
[01:23.68]For the tears that drip all over;
[01:28.84]Mountains toppling evermore
[01:34.02]Into seas without a shore;
[01:39.29]Seas that restlessly aspire,
[01:44.51]Surging, unto skies of fire;
[01:49.68]Lakes that endlessly outspread
[01:55.45]Their lone waters - lone and dead, -
[02:00.86]Their still waters - still and chilly
[02:06.00]With the snows of the lolling lily.
[02:11.81]By the lakes that thus outspread
[02:16.47]Their lone waters, lone and dead, -
[02:21.91]Their sad waters, sad and chilly
[02:27.14]With the snows of the lolling lily, -
[02:32.99]By the mountains - near the river
[02:37.35]Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, -
[02:43.18]By the grey woods, - by the swamp
[02:48.34]Where the toad and the newt encamp -
[02:54.00]By the dismal tarns and pools
[02:59.77]Where dwell the Ghouls, -
[03:04.50]By each spot the most unholy -
[03:09.43]In each nook most melancholy -
[03:15.77]There the traveller meets aghast
[03:20.20]Sheeted memories of the Past -
[03:25.08]Shrouded forms that start and sigh
[03:30.93]As they pass the wanderer by -
[03:35.94]White-robed forms of friends long given,
[03:40.80]In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.
[03:47.17]
[03:57.90]For the heart whose woes are legion
[04:02.94]'Tis a peaceful, soothing region -
[04:08.17]For the spirit that walks in shadow
[04:13.37]'Tis - oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
[04:19.50]But the traveller, travelling through it,
[04:23.90]May not - dare not openly view it!
[04:28.78]Never its mysteries are exposed
[04:34.66]To the weak human eye unclosed;
[04:40.35]So wills its King, who hath forbid
[04:45.00]The uplifting of the fringed lid;
[04:51.20]And thus the sad Soul that here passes
[04:57.23]Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
[05:03.00]
[05:12.11]By a route obscure and lonely,
[05:17.23]Haunted by ill angels only,
[05:22.99]Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
[05:27.95]On a black throne reigns upright,
[05:33.51]I have wandered home but newly
[05:39.13]From this ultimate dim Thule.
[05:46.10]

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 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
'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.