Great Poetry

[Outtahere]

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 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 .

Edgar Allen Poe

Becuz Ed was in my head ...

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