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 loved 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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goth_warrioress · Mon Mar 14, 2005 @ 04:58pm · 0 Comments |