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.

by Edgar Allan Poe

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Excellent poem.... I like it
...And all I loved, I loved alone...++10
Beautiful piece by Poe. He is trying to tell just how different he is from everyone around him. It was said by his 'friends' (they damaged his image post humously) after his death, that Poe was and liked to be alone. Well, whatever they say, to me he was a great poet and if being '' is what it takes to be a great poet, I'm all for it then.
alone alone all alone dawn to noon afternoon to evening evening to night zone all alone
I lovvve it
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