The Lake

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live.
-William Wordsworth














A lake carries you
into recesses of feeling
otherwise impenetrable.
- William Wordsworth



A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
- Henry David Thoreau









To The 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 fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Edgar Allan Poe