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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 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 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
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view -
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