From childhood's hour I have not been
As other were. I have not seen
As other 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's alon.
Then in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The my stery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the moun tain,
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 thunday and the storm,
And the cloud that took the from
(When the rest Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.