What is the rhyme of 'The Lake' by Edgar Allan Poe?
by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
- n 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.
- The full poem is as above.
The Edgar Allan Poe Society acknowledges that Poe called Virginia his home and thought of himself as a Virginian; but it believes that Baltimore is where Edgar Allan Poe became the Edgar Allan Poe that he is today. It is the place that truly defines Edgar Allan Poe both from the perspective of his life and his work.