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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 the less
So was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock
And the tall trees towered around

But when the had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as all
And the wind would me by
In its melody

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

Yet terror was not fright
But a delight
And a undefined
Springing from a darkened
Death was in that wave
And in its gulf a grave
For him who could solace bring
To his dark
Whose wildering could even make
An of that dim lake

But when the had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as all
And the wind would me by
In its melody

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

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