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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 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 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—
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I'm still not in one of the best of moods, but indulging in my hobbies does help me while life has its tragedies.
Poe had a rather tragic life himself.

  You're not allowed to use my work for anything unless permitted otherwise by me.

Description

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 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 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—
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I'm still not in one of the best of moods, but indulging in my hobbies does help me while life has its tragedies.
Poe had a rather tragic life himself.

  You're not allowed to use my work for anything unless permitted otherwise by me.