Alone
Edgar Allan Poe
1809 to 1849
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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From ev'ry depth of good and ill
From the lightning in the sky
From the red cliff of the mountain—
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
And all I lov'd—I lov'd alone—
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
My sorrow—I could not awaken
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others saw—I could not bring
As others were—I have not seen
And the cloud that took the form
My heart to joy at the same tone—
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
As it pass'd me flying by—
The mystery which binds me still—
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
From the thunder, and the storm—
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
Of a demon in my view—