Mar 03, 2011 17:30
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been/As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring/My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken/My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone/And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn/Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill/The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain/From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that 'round me roll'd/In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky/As it pass'd me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm/And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)/Of a demon in my view
Edgar Allen Poe
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