Alone

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Alone

From childhoodвАЩs hour I have not been

As others wereвБ†вАФI have not seen

As others sawвБ†вАФI could not bring

My passions from a common springвБ†вАФ

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrowвБ†вАФI could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same toneвБ†вАФ

And all I lovedвБ†вАФI loved aloneвБ†вАФ

ThouвБ†вАФin my childhoodвБ†вАФin the dawn

Of a most stormy lifeвБ†вАФwas drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me stillвБ†вАФ

From the torrent, or the fountainвБ†вАФ

From the red cliff of the mountainвБ†вАФ

From the sun that round me rollвАЩd

In its autumn tint of goldвБ†вАФ

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying byвБ†вАФ

From the thunder, and the stormвБ†вАФ

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.