Edgar Allan Poem

I enter the lake weak and weary

Feeling refreshed, the tables turn, yet I feel dreary

Waltzing my feet along the bottom, something's caught
Submerge my head, sight upon seen I'm destined to rot
Blackened water twinkles like diamonds bathed in the moon's light
At sun's dawn things feel quite alright
My body floating I take flight
Above the world now to much delight