the lake

aqui há uns tempos, umas pessoa que amo muito mandou-me esta música, na altura na ouvi logo, só a pude ouvir dias depois e fiquei atónita quando a ouvi. Há muito que nada me surpreendida e extasiava desta forma. Não vos sei explicar a ligação que estabeleci desde então com esta música, só sei que tenho de a ouvir sempre, independentemente do humor, do momento... Não sei se é voz (há muito que não ouvia nada tão bonito), se é o piano, se é a alma do cantor... não sei...
não sabia quem o nome da música, dei comigo na net à procura do site deles e quando o axei, não achei esta minha música, fui então à procura letra por letra e achei o the lake. Como achei o poema, também ele maravilhoso deixo-vos aqui...
(o site deles é http://www.antonyandthejohnsons.com/)

The Lake
( The Lake EP / Edgar Allen Poe )

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 though 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...