“From childhood’s hour I have not beenALONE BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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 loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every 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—”
Great poem. I enjoy Edgar Allen Poe’s poems and stories.
That’s a beautiful poem! Hope you are keeping safe and well!
Thank you 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed this poem! I am surviving in London Town … 🙂 hope you are well, safe and that you can experience some moments of joy and peace 🙂
Excellent! Thank you! 🙂