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From childhood's hours I have not been |
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As others were --- I have not seen |
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As others saw --- I could not bring |
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My passion from a common spring |
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From the Same source I have not taken |
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My sorrows; I could not awaken |
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My heart to joy at the same tone; |
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And all I loved, I loved alone. |
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Then --- In my childhood --- In the dawn |
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Of a most stormy life --- was dawn |
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From every depth of good and ill |
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The mystery which binds me still: |
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From the torrent or the fountain, |
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From the red cliff of the mountain, |
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From the sun that 'round me rolled |
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In its autumn tint of gold--- |
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From the lightening in the sky |
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As it passed me flaying by--- |
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From the thunder and the storm, |
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And the clouds that took the form |
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When the rest of Heaven was blue |
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Of a demon in my view |