The mystery which binds me still
Monday, July 21, 2014 at 04:44AM
Jennifer

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P a r t l y   C l o u d y

Summer

Columbia, South Carolina

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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 Allan Poe =

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Happy Monday
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