[Poem by Edgar Allan Poe]
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From childhood's hour I have not been
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As others were - I have not seen
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As others saw - I could not bring
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My passions from a common spring
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From the same source I have not taken
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My sorrow; I could not awaken
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My heart to joy at the same tone;
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And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone
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Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
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Of a most stormy life - was drawn
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From ev'ry depth of good and ill
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The mystery which binds me still:
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From the torrent, or the fountain,
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From the red cliff of the mountain
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From the sun that 'round me roll'd
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In it's autumn tint of gold -
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From the lighting in the sky
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As it pass'd me flying by -
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From the thunder and the storm,
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And the cloud that look the form
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(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
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Of a demon in my view.
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Alone
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| Arcturus |
