ALONE - The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent,...

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ALONE By Edgar Allan Poe 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 lov'd, I loved alone. Then---in my childhood---in the dawn Of a most stormy life---was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill
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Unformatted text preview: 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 pass'd 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....
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This note was uploaded on 04/28/2011 for the course TAI 170 taught by Professor Damman during the Spring '08 term at Central Mich..

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