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