Green Carnation - Alone

From childhood's hours 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 loved alone.
Then --- in my childhood --- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life --- was dawn
From every 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 rolled
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightening in the sky
As it passed me flaying by---
From the thunder and the storm,
And the clouds that took form
When the rest of heaven was blue
Of a demon in my view