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 -