Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I couldn't 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 -
All I loved - I loved alone.
There - 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 rolled
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lightening in the sky
As it passed 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 Allan Poe

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