| Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
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| And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
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| With forms that no man can discover
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| For the tears that drip all over;
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| Mountains toppling evermore
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| Into seas without a shore;
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| Seas that restlessly aspire,
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| Surging, unto skies of fire;
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| Lakes that endlessly outspread
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| Their lone waters — lone and dead,
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| Their still waters — still and chilly
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| With the snows of the lolling lily.
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| Lakes that endlessly outspread
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| Their lone waters — lone and dead,
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| Their still waters — still and chilly
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| With the snows of the lolling lily.
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| Dreamland (dreamland)
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| Dreamland (dreamland)
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| By the lakes that thus outspread
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| Their lone waters, lone and dead,
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| Their sad waters, sad and chilly
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| With the snows of the lolling lily,
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| By the mountains near the river
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| Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,
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| By the grey woods, by the swamp
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| Where the toad and the newt encamp
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| By a route obscure and lonely,
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| Haunted by ill angels only,
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| Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
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| On a black throne reigns upright,
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| I have reached these lands but newly
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| From an ultimate dim Thule
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| From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
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| Out of SPACE, out of TIME.
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| By each spot the most unholy
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| In each nook most melancholy
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| There the traveller meets aghast
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| Sheeted Memories of the Past
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| Shrouded forms that start and sigh
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| As they pass the wanderer by
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| White-robed forms of friends long given,
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| In agony, to the Earth and Heaven.
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| Heaven
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| Heaven
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| Dreamland (dreamland)
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| Dreamland (dreamland)
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| By the lakes that thus outspread
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| Their lone waters, lone and dead,
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| Their sad waters, sad and chilly
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| With the snows of the lolling lily,
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| By the mountains near the river
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| Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,
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| By the grey woods, by the swamp
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| Where the toad and the newt encamp
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| By a route obscure and lonely,
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| Haunted by ill angels only,
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| Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
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| On a black throne reigns upright,
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| I have reached these lands but newly
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| From an ultimate dim Thule
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| From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
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| Out of SPACE, out of TIME.
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| For the heart whose woes are legion
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| 'Tis a peaceful, soothing region
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| For the spirit that walks in shadow
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| 'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
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| But the traveller, travelling through it,
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| May not dare not openly view it!
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| Never its mysteries are exposed
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| To the weak human eye unclosed
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| So wills its King, who hath forbid
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| The uplifting of the fringed lid;
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| And thus the sad Soul that here passes
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| Beholds it but through darkened glasses. |