Edgar Allan Poe – Oct 29, Iyengar III

Of course, of course…

ALONE

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 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.