Alone by Edgar Allen Poe
From childhood's hour i have not been
As others were-i have not seen
As others saw-i could not bring
My passions form a common stream
From that same soure i have not taken
My sorrow; i could not awaken
My heart to jo at te same tone;
And all i'd lov'd, i'd lov'd alone
Then -in my childhood- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good or ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sound that 'round me roll'd
in its autumn tint of gold-
From the lighning 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 of heaven was blue
Of the demon in my view