The Lake

There is a lake—but I forget its name, That flickers in my memory like flame! Guarded by Dolomites whose magic glow Of red primeval merges into snow. A lake so beautiful, God gave it birth By melting one vast emerald on earth! A lake so strange, that, did its waters part, Undine would be enshrined within its heart. And as with lovely sound the air may fill, Though chords are hushed and all the strings be still, So will this lake—but I forget its name⁠— Flicker within my memory like flame!