Alone–Edgar Allan Poe

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 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.

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Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was an American writer known for his dark and macabre tales and poems. He is considered a master of Gothic and Romantic literature and is famous for works such as “The Tell-Tale Heart,” “The Raven,” and “The Fall of the House of Usher.” Poe’s writing often explored themes of death, madness, and the supernatural, reflecting his own troubled life marked by personal tragedies and struggles. His distinctive style and contribution to the horror genre have left a lasting impact on American literature and continue to captivate readers to this day.