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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 -/ Thou? -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 -/ 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 passed 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./