Can anybody tell me what this poem means??? Be serious, please.?

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 climate 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 allover;

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, –

Their sad waters, sad and chilly

With the snows of the lolling lily, –

By the mountains – near the river

Murmuring lonely, murmuring ever, –

By the gray 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 traveler 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 the shadow

O! it is an Eldorado!

But the traveler, raveling through it,

May not – dare to openly view it;

Never its mysteries are exposed

To 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.



By a route obscure and lonely,

Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT

On a black throne reigns upright,

I have wandered home but newly

From this ultimate dim Thule.

Can anybody tell me what this poem means??? Be serious, please.?
It's talking about dreams in a mythic sense.



The heart finds peace in them, the spirit finds inspiration, but they can never be glimpsed by the conscious mind.



Is it by Poe? It resembles his style.
Reply:tl;dr



[too long; didn't read.]



sorry. i don't like reading long questions....
Reply:I like it--it is a challenge to wade through its twisting landscape

It sounds like a journey through the dark, somewhere between

the haunting Eidolon, to what lies on the other side and back

(i had to look up Eidolon) I'd say it needs revising, but it could just as well be written by a renown poet. There seems

to be a lack of fine structure or formality. Otherwise it is flattering to be offered a chance to read it.