1.To—("I heed not")
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.
2."Alone"
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passion from a conmon spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
…
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—
一直感覺Poe是美國的詩鬼。
