Alone by Edgar Allen Poe

From childhoods 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 stormy life

Was drawn from every depth of good and ill, the mystery that 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

Tom o' Bedlam has the best reading voice of this poem

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVIXU0x9ocI