alone the innocence of devils 1

Sopor Aeternus

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 comon 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 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 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 roll d in it s autumn tint of gold
from the lightning in the sky as it pass d 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.