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69 lines
2.7 KiB
Plaintext
1844
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DREAMLAND
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by Edgar Allan Poe
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DREAMLAND
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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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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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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 the dismal tarns and pools
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Where dwell the Ghouls,-
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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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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.
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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 wandered home but newly
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From this ultimate dim Thule.
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-THE END-
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