Pencil sketch for third study
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.
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.
First stanza of The Lake by Edgar Allen Poe written in 1827.
'Course those are not pines in my sketch, but it was a beautiful wild lake.
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