From childhood\'s hour I have not been
As other were - I have not seen
As other 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
From every depthof 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 rull\'d
in it\'s autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning of 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 the heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.