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 It`s 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 Heavens Was Blue)

Of A Demon In My View.