from childhood hour i have not been as others were i have not seen as others saw i could not bring my passion from a common spring from the same source i have not taken my sorrows i could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone and all i loved i have loved i loved alone then in my childhood i'm the dawn of most storms life was drawn from every depth of good and the mystery which binds me still from the torrent of the fountain from the red cliff of the mountain from the sun that surrounds me rolled in its autumn tent of gold from the lighting in the sky as it passed me flying by from the thunder and storm the clouds that took the form when the rest of the heavens was blue of a demon in my view.
