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.
Edgar Allan Poe
good 'ole edgar allan poe.he must've done nothing but think & ponder the universe & write poetry all day long. i had a great day w/the boys. i missed them so much! i was tired all day though, cause i had a hard time going 2 sleep last nite. arrghh. ~next subject~i hope i can take seth 2 c polar express this w/end, it looks so cute. the gville parade's this w/end 2. if i wasn't silently flippn out cause i havent gotten christmas shoppn started yet, i would really b enjoying the holidays! hhmmmm, i've been n a really great mood 4 like the last month. i wonder who, i mean what's behind that? teehee. must b gettn late--here comes the silliness. 'til next time...






