Alone

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 lighting in the sky
        As it pass'd me flying by -
        From the thunder and the storm,
        And the cloud that look the form
        (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
        Of a demon in my view.