Anemone Nemorosa on Nostr: The Lake In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which ...
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 the 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.
[...]
— Edgar Allan Poe
#Halloween
#photography #monochrome #lake #fog #poetry #edgarallanpoe
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 the 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.
[...]
— Edgar Allan Poe
#Halloween
#photography #monochrome #lake #fog #poetry #edgarallanpoe