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.