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 binds me still
-From the torrent, or the fountain
-From the red cliff of the mountain
From 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 form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
-Of a demon in my view

Edgar Allen Poe