From childhood's hour I have not been,
As others were-- I have 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,
In 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,
(As the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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Poems
Poetrypoems that are written by me, but some may be by someone else but I will let you know if there's a poem that I didn't make.
