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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 lovely was the
Of a wild lake, black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered

But when the had thrown 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 infant spirit would
To the terror of the lake

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

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

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

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