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

Comments (5)

A great start with a nice poem, Ghazala. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
I did not know that u r a poet too. Something we have in common. I write poems too but only when I am sad or feeling low. Well composed poem. A good tribute to your dad
yup touching and nice. I loved the topic and indeed the treatment. nicely written and well managed. good work
It was a real pleasure to read this masterpiece and I am so moved as I can relate to this lovely poem.Keep up the good work and may god bless you! ! ! ! !
moving poem; relive the moments i was with my dad and after his demise...great poem