the lake
In spring of youth it was my lotTo haunt of the wide earth a spotThe which I could not love the less --So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with black rock bound,And the tall pines that tower'...
In spring of youth it was my lotTo haunt of the wide earth a spotThe which I could not love the less --So lovely was the lonelinessOf a wild lake, with black rock bound,And the tall pines that tower'...
