I remember as a village member, I cut a memorable road in the wood...
I remember as a walking wobbler, Some deep thrill made shrill the route, Covered by the blackness of Blackwood.
I remember as a faint bystander, What a dark power had that wild park, beware-embraced, making my eyes sharp, Taking its hideous darkness like a lark.
I remember with a tender temper, Some river's ripping ceased my shiver, I - a thinker, harkened the silent timber, How the water seduced me to drink her, Whether I will fall to flaw, following her.
I remember as a deep slumber, I answered the call, the fanfare, I heard; The song of the fake stream was a lake, A lake calling me with its narcotic ache.
I remember as I remember, As if that freak lake wanted me to keep, As if that deep lake... made me to leap.
I remember as a member of the lake, I cut a memorable road in the wood...