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 sarrow-
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 every depth of good and I'll
The mystery that binds me still-
From the torrent, or the fountian-
From the red cliff of the mountain-
From the sun that round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold-
From the lightning of the sky
As it passed me flying by-
From the thunder, and the storm, and the cloud that took the form
( when the rest of heaven was blue)
of a DEMON in my view
YOU ARE READING
alone
Short Storyit's just maybe a 1 page story to see if anyone likes it. please leave comments and more if want. tell me what you really think. This is almost how I felt growing up. thankx
