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( The Lake EP / Edgar Poe )

In spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a
To which I could not the less
So lovely was the
Of a wild lake, with rock bound
And the tall trees that towered

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

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

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

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

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

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