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| From childhood's 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 lov'd, I lov'd alone. Then - in my childhood - in the dawn Of a most storny life - was dawn From evr'y 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 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 ~~Edgar Allan Poe~~~ |