Read by Shane Morris

Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, poet, critic and editor best known for evocative short stories and poems that captured the imagination and interest of readers around the world.

Alone’ is often considered Poe’s most revealing work and with good reason. Here the tormented mind of the literary genius is pulled back and we have a glimpse into the early hours of an abrupt and troubled life.

Full Poem:

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