Category : Poems

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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 loved I loved alone 
Then in my childhood,in the dawn 
Of a most stormy life was drawn 
From every 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 rolled 
In its autumn tint of gold  
From the lightning in the sky
As it passes 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