A feeling not the jeweled mine

Tha Lake, Photo: Kari Jeppesen

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.


Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jeweled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define-
Nor Love-although the Love were thine…

(Edgar Allan Poe, The Lake)


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