Dear nature,

come closer, won't you?

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 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.

excerpt from "To the Lake" by Edgar Allan Poe

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