Alone

Poem 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 pa*sions 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 it's autumn tint of gold - From the lighting in the sky As it pa*s'd me flying by - From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that look the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.