“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 Click her to go back to the previous page |