Sabriie

"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—"

“I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as The Rhythmical Creation of Beauty.”

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