Poe's Poetry

Doubtful Poems: 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 -

Thou - 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 roll'd

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.

March 17, 1829.