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(Antony And The Johnsons - "The Lake")

In youth's spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees that towered around

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined
Springing from a darkened mind
Death was in that poisoned wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his dark imagining
Whose wildering thought could even make
An Eden of that dim lake

But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot as upon all
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody

My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake

Springing from a darkened mind
So lovely was the loneliness
In youth's spring, it was my lot
In its stilly melody
An Eden of that dim lake
An Eden of that dim lake
Lone, lone, lonely...


(The Lake / Edgar Allan 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.

Ещё один музыкальный вариант, песня написанная по стихотворению Эдгара По. Композиция Энтони немного отличается от оригинального стихотворения, но это придаёт песне свой особенных характер. Можно сказать что это не особо заметно, но это вам судить. Песня от изменений в лирике стала более мелодичной, так что советую послушать. К сожалению у меня не получилось выставить её в плеер, но её не сложно скачать здесь, сам выставил эту EPшку.
(Картинка - это естественно ссылка на флэш мультфильм с музыкой Antony And The Johnsons "The Lake", сделанный фанатом, тоже советую посмотреть.)

http://www.alwaysontherun.net/antony.htm#n5
http://www.liveinternet.ru/users/nihuehue_mictlanmati/post50091103/