lunes, 15 de septiembre de 2014

La casa del lago

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth 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 tower'd around. 

E.A. Poe

1 comentario:

Nature Box dijo...

Music to my eyes!