Alone

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 comon 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

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 roll'd in it's 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