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 --