From Childhood's houor 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 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 torrent, or the fountain-
From the red cliff of the mountain-
From the sun that round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold-
From the lighting of 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-
~Edgar Allan Poe heart
 Lillium Sadi · Thu Feb 01, 2007 @ 02:22am · 0 Comments |
