Alone - 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 loved 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.