Alone

Kumkum Nagar (VIII C)

From childhoods hour I’ve not been,
as others were I could not bring,
My passions from a common spring,
From the same source I’ve 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 most stormy life was drawn,
from every depth of good and ill,
the mystery which binds me still,
from the torrent on 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 flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form of a demon in my view,
and all I loved, I loved alone.

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