So Break the Stones of My Tower
"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 epth 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 of 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-"
The Poet sees the sadness lurking behind the smiles and it is their joy to give that sadness words. The Poet sees the joy of the thunderstorm, the poet sees all but their own heart, and that is a mystery forever hidden.
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 epth 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 of 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-"
The Poet sees the sadness lurking behind the smiles and it is their joy to give that sadness words. The Poet sees the joy of the thunderstorm, the poet sees all but their own heart, and that is a mystery forever hidden.