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( The Lake EP / Allen Poe )

In spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide a spot
To which I could not the less
So lovely was the
Of a wild lake, with black bound
And the tall that towered around

But when the night had thrown her
Upon that as upon all
And the would pass me by
In its stilly

My spirit would awake
To the of the lone lake
My infant spirit awake
To the of the lone lake

Yet terror was not fright
But a tremulous
And a feeling
Springing from a darkened
was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting
For him who thence could bring
To his imagining
Whose wildering though could even
An Eden of dim lake

But when the night had her pall
Upon that as upon all
And the would pass me by
In its melody

My infant spirit would
To the terror of the lake
My infant would awake
To the terror of the lake

Springing from a darkened
So lovely was the
In spring, it was my lot
In its melody
An Eden of dim lake
An Eden of dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...