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 lov'd -- I lov'd alone--
Then--in my childhood--in the dawn
Of y most stormy life--was drawn
From evry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still--
From the torrent, or the fountain--
From the red cliff of the mountain top
From the sun tht 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 tht took form
(when the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a Demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe
 Morgan Sixx · Fri Oct 03, 2008 @ 12:50pm · 2 Comments |
