“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 around 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 –

Edgar Allan Poe