Sep. 2nd, 2007

Alone

Sep. 2nd, 2007 01:21 pm
barush: (alex)
Alone by 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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