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

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

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

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

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 bind