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 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 lighting in the sky
 As it pass'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.