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 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 loved 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 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.

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.