One of my favorites as well.
I wanted to share one of my favorite poems by Edgar Allan Poe with you today.
Lots of Love
(beautiful picture found at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake)
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…
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