The Lake
in spring of youth it was mylot To haunt of the wide world a spotThe which I could not love the lessSo lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake with black rock boundAnd the tall pines that towered around
But when the Night had thrown her pallUpon that spotas upon all
And the mystic wind went byMurmuring in melodyThen ah then I would awakeTo the terror of the lone lake
Yet that terror was not frightBut a tremulous delightA feeling not the jewelled mineCould teach or bribe me to defineNor Love although the Love were thine
And the mystic wind went byMurmuring in melodyThen ah then I would awakeTo the terror of the lone lake
Death was in that poisonous waveAnd in its gulf a fitting graveFor him who thence could solace bringTo his lone imaginingWhose solitary soul could makeAn Eden of that dim lake
Of a wild lakewith black rock's around'syouAnd the tall pines that towered aroundNo more loveno more paintoTo define
And the mystic wind went byThen ah then I would awakeAn Eden of that dim lakeAn Eden of that dim lake
And the mystic wind went byMurmuring in melodyThen ah then I would awakeTo the terror of the lone lake
And the mystic wind went byMurmuring in melodyThen ah then I would awakeTo the terror of the lone lake