Peaceful lake and mountains


  1. The Lake by Edgar Allan Poe

    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.

    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.

    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.

    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.

  2. What is so lovely about lakes is the stillness they impart and the shimmering reflections that fascinate and bewitch our lingering gaze.