kwa a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted kwa ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black kiti cha enzi 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 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.
kwa the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead, --
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily, --
kwa the mountains -- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, --
kwa the grey woods, -- kwa the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp, --
kwa the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls, --
kwa 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 kwa --
White-robed forms of Marafiki long given,
In agony, to the Earth -- and Heaven.
For the moyo 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 fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
kwa a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted kwa ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black kiti cha enzi reigns upright,
I have wandered nyumbani but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
Haunted kwa ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black kiti cha enzi 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 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.
kwa the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead, --
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily, --
kwa the mountains -- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, --
kwa the grey woods, -- kwa the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp, --
kwa the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls, --
kwa 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 kwa --
White-robed forms of Marafiki long given,
In agony, to the Earth -- and Heaven.
For the moyo 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 fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
kwa a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted kwa ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black kiti cha enzi reigns upright,
I have wandered nyumbani but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
Baltimore City is stopping funds for the Edgar Allen Poe House. This will greatly affect tourism. Funding is used to celebrate Poe's works, Birthday and keeps his final resting place(Westminster Church) open to the public. Many people from around the world travel to Baltimore just to visit the grave of Mr. Poe. He is a legend. This will not be fair to his mashabiki au to anyone else who come to admire the wonderful little cemetery and church.
People do not just go to this city for the Inner Harbor au go to a sporting event. They come to see Poe. They want to see the nyumbani where he lived his last days and visit his grave. Did Baltimore city forget there is a football team named after one of his famous works?
This decision should be reconsidered if wewe want to keep tourism booming in Baltimore City.
Please sign petition below;
link
People do not just go to this city for the Inner Harbor au go to a sporting event. They come to see Poe. They want to see the nyumbani where he lived his last days and visit his grave. Did Baltimore city forget there is a football team named after one of his famous works?
This decision should be reconsidered if wewe want to keep tourism booming in Baltimore City.
Please sign petition below;
link