The Lake

Go, I know, I know that a

northern goes

Close to the shore to lay up

among the stones

Cold, he sees all the hissing

leaves and maybe

Two, the pair, who meet there

when they please

Cold the hour, to lay on a crooked

shore

But still she leaves to wait by

the water hole

Leans to see something below the

green

The staring eye that sees, and

knows of the man she leaves

Pike, why does she walk at

night?

She waits up among the trees

Pike, where do you go at night?

I look through the whistling

leaves

Old northern, is your eye so

bright you can see a home

breaking on the shore

tonight?

I see those two, the pair, and I

know of the man she leaves

Go, I know, I know that a

northern goes

Close to the shore to lay up

among the stones

Cold, he sees all the wily trees

and maybe

Two, the pair, who meet there

when they please