"Alone." A Poem by Edgar Allan Poe. Illustrated via image searches.

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

Mojave Express - Fallout NV by ~SerenitysRiver on deviantART 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.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader - Book 3 in The Chronicles of Narnia - C.S.Lewis - cover by Roger Hane, a photo by Cadwalader Ringgold on Flickr.

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 round me 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.