Edgar Allan Poe - Alone

Omdat ik gek ben op zijn verhalen en gedichten, en deze toch wel geweldig is:

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 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

Hoewel ik zelf een blij en vrolijk persoontje ben, vind ik het 'zware' van Edgar A Poe nog steeds iets erg moois hebben.