Title: Evening’s Warmth
Place: Winona Lake, Indiana
Description: This picture I took while out on an adventure with Stephen taking some pictures. I loved how the sun was shining through the trees and how much it reflected off the lake. Made the lake look so blue! Anyway, can you find the duck in this picture? 😛 I have no real reason for asking…. Oh well 😀
Quote: This is actually a poem written by Edgar Allen Poe. Enjoy!
The Lake by Edgar Allen Poe
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.
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.