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Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "Dream-Land" (E), J. L. Graham copy of The Raven and Other Poems, with Poe's manuscript changes, pp. 18-20





[[This version has the changes applied]]

[page 18:]


DREAM-LAND.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

    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.

    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 seas without a shore;
    Seas that restlessly aspire,
    Surging, unto skies of fire;
    Lakes that endlessly outspread
    Their lone waters — lone and dead, —
    Their still waters — still and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily.

    By the lakes that thus outspread
    Their lone waters, lone and dead, — [page 19:]
    Their sad waters, sad and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily, —
    By the mountains — near the river
    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, —
    By the grey woods, — by the swamp
    Where the toad and the newt encamp, —
    By the dismal tarns and pools
            Where dwell the Ghouls, —
    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 —
    White-robed forms of friends long given,
    In agony, to the Earth — and Heaven.

    For the heart whose woes are legion
    'Tis a peaceful, soothing region —
    For the spirit that walks in shadow
    'Tis — oh 'tis an Eldorado!
    But the traveller, 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 fringéd 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, [page 20:]
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have wandered home but newly
    From this ultimate dim Thule.





[[This version gives the text as originally printed,
with indications for Poe's changes]]

[page 18:]


DREAM-LAND.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

    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.

    Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
    And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
    With forms that no man can discover
    For the <<dews>> <tears> that drip all over;
    Mountains toppling evermore
    Into seas without a shore;
    Seas that restlessly aspire,
    Surging, unto skies of fire;
    Lakes that endlessly outspread
    Their lone waters — lone and dead, —
    Their still waters — still and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily.

    By the lakes that thus outspread
    Their lone waters, lone and dead, — [page 19:]
    Their sad waters, sad and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily, —
    By the mountains — near the river
    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, —
    By the grey woods, — by the swamp
    Where the toad and the newt encamp, —
    By the dismal tarns and pools
            Where dwell the Ghouls, —
    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 —
    White-robed forms of friends long given,
    In agony, to the Earth — and Heaven.

    For the heart whose woes are legion
    'Tis a peaceful, soothing region —
    For the spirit that walks in shadow
    'Tis — oh 'tis an Eldorado!
    But the traveller, 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 fring<<e>>d lid;  <é>
    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, [page 20:]
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have wandered home but newly
    From this ultimate dim Thule.









Notes:

Poe makes three small changes in this version. In line 12, he changes "dews" to "tears." In line 33, he adds commas before and after "aghast." In line 48, he changes "fringed" to "fringéd." These changes are all made in pencil in Poe's own copy of The Raven and Other Poems.







 
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