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Alone
Edgar Allen Poe
From childhood's hour I havee not
been
As others 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 its autumn tint of
gold-
From the lightning in the
sky
As it pass'd 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. |
