Aloneby Edgar Allan Poe(published 1875)From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were — I have not seenAs others saw — I could not bringMy passions from a common spring –From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow — I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone –And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone –Then — in my childhood — in the dawnOf a most stormy life — was drawnFrom ev’ry depth of good and illThe 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’dIn its autumn tint of gold –From the lightning in the skyAs 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

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