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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 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 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 ---


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