The Lake

Calm and serene this lake, so bright and pure, Its crystal surface reflects the radiant sky; The gentle breeze, a whisper, cool and demure, While soft the lapping waves weave by and by.

In twilight’s blush, the world seems to pause, As nature draws her breath, in peace profound; The mountains guard it close, their rugged laws, Encircling the good, the sweet, the sound.

O Time! O Nature! cease this endless fight, In this haven I find solace and delight.

• Alphonse de Lamartine