Dreamland haunts me still...

PHOTO of Amy McWilliams and Dan Cooney, By Carol Pratt.
DREAMLAND
Edgar Allan Poe, 1844
dialogue-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveler meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies
Surging, unto skies of fire;
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,weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
out of TIME.

This song has bored a hole into my brain...


Copywright-Matt Conner-2005