The Lake by Edgar Allan Poe

When I was young
I would go to that spot
that lake out in the middle
of nowhere

where I could be alone
in loneliness
there next to that wild
wilderness lake

with tall pine trees
for heavens sake

and those black rocks
black as ice

there I would go
at night

and be alone
with the light

of the moon

and my terror
yes terror would come soon
when the wind howled
off the Lake

as if God was upset
at me
for finding
solemnity tranquility
solidity and solitude
here in this moment
so

construed

but that terror
shook me not
so violently
as much as rattling
the cage within my breast

awakening me to life
Lake
pools of tide

What Love could not
teach me
there I would find

the meaning of Eden
and divine