Alone with Edgar Allan Poe

Here, for no particular reason, is my favorite poem by Edgar Allan Poe:




AloneEdgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were--I have not seenAs others saw--I could not bringMy passions from a common spring--From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow--I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone--And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone--Then--in my childhood--in the dawnOf a most stormy life--was drawnFrom ev'ry depth of good and illThe 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'dIn its autumn tint of gold--From the lightning in the skyAs 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--