Alone (1875)

From childhood's hour I have 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

-Edgar Allan Poe (1875)

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