I have this poem in my home.

I had not thought of hanging it in my second home aswell. Thank you for reminding me of it DA.


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 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.

This is a 22 line poem.
It has no breaks in the lines or stops to make it easier on the eyes. This could make it daunting to look at and appear quite hard to read, but it is so well written it is actually easier than it looks.
I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do.

Thats written in one of my fave books. Demon in my View by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. Thankyou Fallen one!!