ALONE

ALONE

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 been taken,

My sorrow, I could not awaken;

My heart to join at the same tone,

And all I loved, I loved to be alone.

Then in my childhood, in the dawn,

Of a most stormy life was drawn.

From every depth of good and evil,

The mystery which binds me still;

From the torrent, or the fountain;

From the white cliff of the mountain;

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold.

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the clouds took a form.

When the rest of the heaven was blue;

There was a demon in my view.  

-Sunil Gunin