By the grey woods, by the swamp, where the toad and newt encamp,
by the dismal tarns and pools, where dwell the Gouls. By each spot
the most unholy, by 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.
- Edgar Allen Poe, Dreamland