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
from every depth of good and ill
the mystery which blinds me still.....
from the torrent, or the fountain......
from the red cliff of the mountain.....
from the that round me rolled
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.
