Lake: To __ E-book

                                 1827

                           THE LAKE. TO __

                          by Edgar Allan Poe








Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)



            THE LAKE. TO __
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    In spring of youth it was my lot
    To haunt of the wide world a spot
    The which I could not love the less-
    So lovely was the loneliness
    Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
    And the tall pines that towered around.
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    But when the Night had thrown her pall
    Upon that spot, as upon all,
    And the mystic wind went by
    Murmuring in melody-
    Then- ah then I would awake
    To the terror of the lone lake.
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    Yet that terror was not fright,
    But a tremulous delight-
    A feeling not the jewelled mine
    Could teach or bribe me to define-
    Nor Love- although the Love were thine.
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    Death was in that poisonous wave,
    And in its gulf a fitting grave
    For him who thence could solace bring
    To his lone imagining-
    Whose solitary soul could make
    An Eden of that dim lake.
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                    THE END