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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 weired clime,
That lieth, sublime,
Out of Space, out of Time...

By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Vampires, -
By each spot the most unholy -
In each nook most melancholy, -
There the traveller meets Aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past -
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by -
"For the dead travel fast"...

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eildon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,

I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule...
Thule!

(c)Edgar Allan Poe
(c)Theatres des Vampires