quotheraven's Diaryland Diary

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Alone by E.A.Poe

Alone

by E.A.Poe

From childhoods 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 every depth of good and ill,

The mistery which binds me still.

From the torrent or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun which 'round me rolled

In it's autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed my 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.

3:43 p.m. - 2002-04-07

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