ON LAKE TEMISCAMINGUE - Charles Lamb Poems

 
 

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ON LAKE TEMISCAMINGUE

A single dreary elm, that stands between
    The sombre forest and the wan-lit lake,
Halves with its slim gray stem and pendent green
    The shadowed point. Beyond it without break
Bold brows of pine-topped granite bend away,
    Far to the southward, fading off in grand
Soft folds of looming purple. Cool and gray,
    The point runs out, a blade of thinnest sand.
Two rivers meet beyond it: wild and clear,
    Their deepening thunder breaks upon the ear--
The one descending from its forest home
    By many an eddied pool and murmuring fall--
The other cloven through the mountain wall,
    A race of tumbled rocks, a road of foam.