Said the dreamer
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My dreams were nests or horror,
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Whimsey-wrought
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With orts and shreds
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From old abysses brought
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Where eyries built by condor-winged awe
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Enskied on somber pinnacles of thought
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Fantastical, I saw the visions shift
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Like bubbles that a titan's breath might lift
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Drowning in seas more deep than his despair
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Iron-colored, soon to shatter or to drift.
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Or like illuminated crystals
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Fallen from hands
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Of gods, that cloud interiorly with lands
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Of wider spheres exalted past the sun
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Or burst while thought
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In idle question stands
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Said the dreamer
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Conscious of gulfs in which I dared not gaze
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I passed on faltering and imperilled ways
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Through lands where hoary mountains
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Danced and roared
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To baleful pygmeis piping hellish lays
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The flames that wait
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Against the end of things
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Where light and limit to my wanderings
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Through deserts bleaching
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Like the bones of death
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Aback I fled, and faltered on spent wings
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In night cimmerian, thronged with sorceries
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Where lightnings flamed
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On empty sands and seas
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Or feared the leopard crough of pallid shapes
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In saracenic arches of black trees.
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Then in the dream I dreamt that time was done
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Light still endured,
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Whose touch I might not shun
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Though at my back I heard the lips of night
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Puff out the flaring flambeau of the sun
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Said the dreamer
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I leaned from some black precipice,
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To see the pits beneath,
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One came, not far from me
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To hurled therein the sockets of the stars
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And shells of worlds that rattled emptily.
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Said The Dreamer
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Thalarion |