3.18.2012

Poetry For Thought - Alone


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...
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

                                                                    

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