Alone-Edgar Allan Po
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 passed 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.
8 responses
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Kathleen Mercado said (19 Oct 2009):
So beautiful!!!!:)
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John Linton gave props (19 Oct 2009):
F A B U L O U S !
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Latrenia Bryant gave props (19 Oct 2009):
Wow! It's a Great shot!
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mad paule said (19 Oct 2009):
Beautiful sight...reminds me of the mysterious hills of Indian western ghats.
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Alice gave props (21 Oct 2009):
Awesome view...well done!
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david ong gave props (22 Oct 2009):
outstanding!!!
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Jason Ponfil gave props (18 Nov 2009):
Great shot! I love the layers!
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molly . gave props (26 Nov 2009):
i love this poem, and your magnificent photo.
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