The Lake

In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth 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 tower'd around

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot — as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefin'd
Springing from a darken'd mind
Death was in that poison'd wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody
Whose wild'ring thought could even make
An Eden of that dim lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake



Credits
Writer(s): Balder Gernot
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