Edgar Allan Poe - The Lake

Edgar Allan Poe - The Lake

In spring of youth it was my lot br To haunt of the wide world a spot br The which I could not love the less- br So lovely was the loneliness br Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, br And the tall pines that towered around. br br But when the Night had thrown her pall br Upon that spot, as upon all, br And the mystic wind went by br Murmuring in melody- br Then- ah then I would awake br To the terror of the lone lake. br br Yet that terror was not fright, br But a tremulous delight- br A feeling not the jewelled mine br Could teach or bribe me to define- br Nor Love- although the Love were thine. br br Death was in that poisonous wave, br And in its gulf a fitting grave br For him who thence could solace bring br To his lone imagining- br Whose solitary soul could make br An Eden of that dim lake.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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