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. EDGAR ALLAN POE Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related TwohundredsixtynineTwohundredseventyone