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.