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 me around 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.
Hey ya'll its karlie:)
the video not being posted is my fault im sorry i forgot my USB cord at my dads and i will get it posted ASAP. So this poem is kinda sad but its about a person being alone;loveing but never trulely being loved back:).I hope you enjoy it.
                     ----Karlie :)