| �Demon In My View� Alone From childhood�s hour I have not been, As other 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 ev�ry 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 it�s autumn tinit of gold From the lightning of the sky As it pass�d me flying by- From the thunder, and the storm- (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my veiw- -Edgar Allan Poe Click her to go back to the previous page |