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THE LAKE.
I am a lonely woodland lake:
The trees that round me grow,
The glimpse of heaven above me, make
The sum of all I know.
The trees that round me grow,
The glimpse of heaven above me, make
The sum of all I know.
The mirror of their dreams to be
Alike in shade and shine,
To clasp in Love's captivity,
And keep them one—is mine.
Alike in shade and shine,
To clasp in Love's captivity,
And keep them one—is mine.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |