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Alone

Wednesday, February 11, 2009 8:01:06 PM

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 round 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.

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Edgar Allan Poe [/B][/SIZE]

Revengeful MiseryThe Night is Darkening Around Me

Comments

SuR@Jlifeofkaran Saturday, February 14, 2009 6:07:03 AM

I think its beyond my capacity to understand, and beyond my capacity to write it.. your writing are really super.. keep it on...

D4z3Armygirl Friday, February 20, 2009 6:08:03 PM

this isn't my work this poem was written by edgar allan poe hence his name at the end.

SuR@Jlifeofkaran Saturday, February 21, 2009 12:15:54 AM

oh...
sorry for confusion...

anyway poem is really on its best...

keep on submitting these types of articles...
it will be benifeted for all...flirt banana cat
bye

D4z3Armygirl Monday, February 23, 2009 6:21:47 PM

lol

SuR@Jlifeofkaran Tuesday, February 24, 2009 3:42:45 AM

Be smiling always

D4z3Armygirl Tuesday, February 24, 2009 5:50:44 PM

sure thing

TinaTinaGill Tuesday, April 7, 2009 10:38:43 AM

superb up

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