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( The Lake EP / Edgar Poe )

In spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide a spot
To which I could not love the
So was the loneliness
Of a lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered

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

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

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

But when the night had thrown her
Upon spot as upon all
And the wind pass me by
In its melody

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

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