From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were -- I have not seenAs others saw -- I could not bringMy passions from a common spring --From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow -- I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone --And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawnOf a most stormy life -- was drawnFrom ev'ry depth of good and illThe 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'dIn its autumn tint of gold --From the lightning in the skyAs 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 --Edgar Allen Poe
