In a dream,
Would you give your love to me,
Beg my broken heart to beat,
Save my life,
Change my mind..
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But I am a dreamer
So you sent me away.
Sometimes we dreamers
Just get in the way.
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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.
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
- Edgar Allan Poe - The
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
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.