From childhood's hour I have not been As other 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 drawnfrom ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still-From the torrent,or the fountain-From the cliff of the mountain-From the sun that round me roll'd in its autumn tint of gold-From the lightening of 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 the demon in my view-
Edgar Allen Poe
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