Alone

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 it's autumn tint of gold - 
From the lighting in the sky 
As it pass'd me flying by - 
From the thunder and the storm, 
And the cloud that look the form 
(When the rest of Heaven was blue) 
Of a demon in my view.