Poetry & Verse
The Lake
By Edgar Allan PoeSource: Edgar Allan Poe - PoetryDB (Public Domain)121 words
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less-- So...
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In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less-- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon the spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody-- Then--ah, then, I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.…
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