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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain—                                                                                                                      From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been 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— Of a demon in my view—          -->

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

And the cloud that took the form

                   From the thunder, and the storm—

As it pass’d me flying by—

                            From the lightning in the sky In its autumn tint of gold— From the sun that ’round me roll’d                   From the red cliff of the mountain— From the torrent, or the fountain— The mystery which binds me still—                             From ev’ry depth of good and ill

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

                  

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—                            

My heart to joy at the same tone—

My sorrow—I could not awaken          From the same source I have not taken

My passions from a common spring—

                  As others saw—I could not bring          As others were—I have not seen From childhood’s hour I have not been