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Alone

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 blinds me still~
From the torret,or the fountain~
From the red cliff of the mountain~
From the sun the round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold~
From the lightening of 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 veiw~

~Edgar Allen Poe~