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( The Lake EP / Edgar Poe )

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

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

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

Yet terror was not fright
But a delight
And a undefined
Springing from a darkened
was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a grave
For him who thence solace bring
To his imagining
Whose wildering though could make
An Eden of that dim

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

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

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