Alone

heard that i've gotta keep my blog constantly updated, so here goes...
read Demon in my View again, and totally fell in love with the poem in front.
Amelia Rhodes relli noes how to pick her 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 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 its 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

hahaz, i love this poem man, rox;p don't u think that the nostalgic tone that's emphasized by the slowing rhythm really striking?
i noticed that the one by Robrt Frost also mentioned the colour gold, so is it just a coincidence?
haiz, although read a book but haven started studying for blog tests, feeling so dead... art oso haven touch, just went to wash photos, haiz.. Pray that God will guide mi thru tomolo safely, Gambate kudasai!