Alone
Edgar Allan Poe
1809 to 1849
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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
passions from a common spring—
From the same source have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—