In honor of Samhain tomorrow I thought I would share my favourite poem with everyone

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world 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 towered 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

Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight--
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define--
Nor Love-- although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining--
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Edgar A. Poe

It's an almost unknown poem of his, but to me, it is his most beautiful. Taken at face value it is macabre and depressing, filled with nothing but dark thoughts. But I find the more I read it and think about it the more I find the hope beneath the words. "Yet that terror was not fright" tells of appreciation for life, even in its darkest moment. An appreciation for the dark because without it the light is wasted. These thoughts are, to me, the truest that I have heard and even now I am filled with a warmth of love that is difficult to express. The sentiment and thought I wish to send to you is find whatever it is that gives you that warmth this October 31st

Liz