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 the seas without a shore
That aspire into 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 a guest
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 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-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime
Out of space out of time