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
-