Rowenn
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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 lies, 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 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 lilly.
By the lakes that thus outspread, and their lone waters,
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 there 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 bows, allegion' , this is a peaceful,
soothing region.
For the spirit that walks
in shadow this is, oh, this is 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 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 reached these lands but newly, from an
ultimate, dim thule.....
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 lies, 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 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 lilly.
By the lakes that thus outspread, and their lone waters,
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 there 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 bows, allegion' , this is a peaceful,
soothing region.
For the spirit that walks
in shadow this is, oh, this is 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 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 reached these lands but newly, from an
ultimate, dim thule.....
