Alone By Edgar Allan Poe From childhoods hour i hav not been As others were-I have not seen as others saw- i could not bring my passions from a comon 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 evr'y depth of good and ill the mystery which binds mes still from the torrent, or the mountain from the red cliff of the mountain fromt 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 from (when the rest of heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view
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