güzel bir edgar allan poe şiiridir.
from childhood’s hour ı have not been
as others were---ı have not seen
as others saw---ı could not bring
my passions from a common spring.
from the same source ı have not taken
my sorrow; ı could not awaken
my heart to joy at the same tone;
and all ı lov’d, ı loved 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
ın 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.
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