EL LAGO: A...
(THE LAKE -- TO ----)
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.
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.
En la primavera de mi juventud era mi
destino
buscar un lugar del ancho mundo
que no pudiera amar menos,
tan hermosa era la soledad
del apartado lago, rodeado de negras rocas,
y altos pinos que se elevaban alrededor.
Pero cuando la noche había extendido su
manto
sobre aquel lugar, como encima de todo,
y el místico viento pasaba
murmurando una melodía,
entonces, oh entonces, me despertaba
al terror del solitario lago.