.: Dreamland:.
By-Edgar Allen Poe
"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,
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 traveler meets, aghast,
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh,
As the pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
in agony, to the Earth-and in Heaven,
For the heart whose woes are legion,
'T is a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow,
'T is-oh, 't is an Eldorado!
But the traveler, traveling 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 reached these lands but newly,
From an ultimate dim Thule."
Ah, one of my favorite poems from Mr. Poe.
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Sta.sh
Take this kiss upon the brow and from imparting form you now:
you were not wrong who deem
that my life has been a dream
yet if hope has flown away
in a night or in a day
in a vison or in none
is it still forth the less gone?
Is all that we see or seem
but a dream with in a dream
I stand amid the roar of a surf tormented shore
and i hold within my hands
grains of the golden sand
how few yet how they creep
though my fingers to the deep
while i weep
while I weep
oh god can i now grasp them in a tighter clasp
oh god can i not save one form the pitiless wave?
is all that we see or seem but a dream with in a dream?
I have been happy, tho' but in a dream
I have been happy and I love the theme:
Dreams in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of paradise and love and all our own,
Than young hope in his sunniest hour hath known