From childhood's hour I have not been
 As others 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
 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 lightening 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 --