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Alone
Edgar Allan Poe
- 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 loved, I loved alone.
- Then- in my childhood, in the
dawn
- Of a most stormy life- was
drawn
- From every 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 lightning 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.
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