Summary

This poem explores the theme of isolation and individuality as experienced from childhood into adulthood. The narrator reflects on their unique perception of the world and their inability to connect with the emotions and experiences of others. They describe a sense of detachment, having not shared the same joys or sorrows as their peers. Throughout their life, natural elements like mountains, storms, and lightning symbolize the mysteries and challenges that have shaped their solitary existence. The narrator concludes with an unsettling observation, seeing a demonic form in the sky, symbolizing the lingering feelings of alienation and the struggles within their internal world. The vivid imagery and emotional depth underline the complexity of navigating life with a sense of profound solitude.

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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 lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry 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 its 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—