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 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 -

             Edgar Allan Poe.