Luyện nghe bài hát The Lake

In of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a
The which I could not love the
So was the loneliness
Of a lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that around.
But when the night had thrown her
Upon spot, as upon all.

And the mystic went by
Murmuring in
Then a then I would
To the of the lone lake.

Yet that was not fright,
But a tremulous
A feeling not the mine
Could teach or bribe me to
Nor although the love were thine.

And the wind went by
Murmuring in
Then a then I awake
To the terror of the lake.

Death was in poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting
For him who could solace bring
To his imagining
Whose solitary could make
And of that him lake.

Of a wild lake, black rock's around's you
And the tall pines that around.
No love, no more pain
To, to

And the mystic wind by
Then ah I would awake
And Eden of him lake

And the mystic wind by
Murmuring in
a then I would awake
To the of the lone lake.

And the wind went by
Murmuring in
Then a then I awake
To the of the lone lake.