By a route obscure and lonely...haunted by ill angels only, when 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 
Aghastsheeted memories of the past shrouded forms that start and sighas they pass the wanderer by "For the Dead travel fast" 
By a route obscure and lonely...haunted by ill angels only, when an eidolon, named night, on a black throne reigns upright 
I have wandered home but newly from this ultimate dim 
Thule...Thule!