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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 loved, I loved alone.
Then, in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
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
In its autumn ting of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flyinb 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.
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Posted: Nov 7

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by Fer50 (5 Poems)
on Nov 7
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