Alone- Edgar Allan Poe

                                                    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 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 rolled
                                                    In its autumn tint of gold,
                                                    From the lightning in the sky
                                                    As it passed 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.