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.