Alone

Alone By Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As other were - I have not seen
As other 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 loved alone -
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stromy 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 -

I really enjoyed this poem because I felt like I could relate to it. I thought that this poem was saying that the person is different an because of that he felt like everything he did he did it alone.
"I could not bring
My passions from a common spring"
So here he can not be passionate in the way others are. Different things make him passionate and this might make he seem odd.
"I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone"
Here I thought of "He walks to the beat of a different drum". Things that make us happy do not make him happy.
Everything that he does he does alone because the things that he is passionate about and happy about nobody else can same the same thing.