- 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—
- Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
- Of a most stormy life—was drawn
- From ev’ry 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