“Demon In My View”

Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been,
As other 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 it’s autumn tinit of gold
From the lightning of the sky
As it pass’d me flying by-
From the thunder, and the storm-
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my veiw-

-Edgar Allan Poe

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