Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been....As thers 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 allI 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 will...The mystery which binds me still-...From the torrent,or thefountain-..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 by-....From the thunder and the storm-...And the cloud that took form... (When the rest of Heaven was blue)...Of a demon in my view.....Alone ,From Major Tales and Poems,Edgar Allan Poe