Bottomless Vales and Boundless Floods And Chasms, and Caves, and Titan Woods With Worms That No Man Can Discover For The Tears That Drip All Over Mountains Toppling Evermore Into The Seas Without a Shore That Aspire, Unto The Skies Of Fire By The Lakes That Thus Outspread Their Lone Waters, Lone and Dead,- By The Grey Woods,- By The Swamp Where The Toad and The Newt Encamp- There The Traveler Meets Aghast Sheeted Memories Of The Past- Shrouded Forms That Start and Sigh As They Pass The Wanderer By- 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 But The Traveler, 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 Finged 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- From a Wild Clime That Lieth, Sublime Out of space, Out of time