( The Lake EP / Edgar Allen Poe )      In youth's spring, it was my lot    To haunt of the wide earth a spot    To which I could not love the less   So lovely was the loneliness   Of a wild lake, with black rock bound   And the tall trees that towered 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   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 undefined   Springing from a darkened mind   Death was in that poisoned wave   And in its gulf a fitting grave   For him who thence could solace bring   To his dark imagining    Whose wildering though could even make   An Eden of that dim lake      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   My infant spirit would awake   To the terror of the lone lake      Springing from a darkened mind   So lovely was the loneliness   In youth's spring, it was my lot    In its stilly melody   An Eden of that dim lake   An Eden of that dim lake   Lone, lone, lonely...