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By a route obscure and lonely...haunted by ill angels only, when an eidolon, named night, on a black throne reigns upright |
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I have reached these lands but newly from an ultimate dim |
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Thule from a wild weired clime that lieth sublime, out of space, out of time |
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By the dismal tarns and pools where dwell the |
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Vampires by each spot the most unholy in each nook most melancholy there the traveller meets |
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Aghastsheeted memories of the past shrouded forms that start and sighas they pass the wanderer by "For the Dead travel fast" |
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By a route obscure and lonely...haunted by ill angels only, when an eidolon, named night, on a black throne reigns upright |
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I have wandered home but newly from this ultimate dim |
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Thule...Thule! |
