Not as Others Were

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
 could not awaken
 And all I loved, I loved alone.
 with No one to guide me on my way home.
 now, 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, binds me still
 From the torrent, or the fountain
 From the red cliff to the hill
 From the sun that round me rolled, In its autumn tint of gold,
 To the lightning in the sky, As it passed me by
 And all I loved, I loved alone.
 with No light to guide me on the way home.
 now, Then in my childhood, in the dawn
 Of a most stormy life was drawn
 From every depth of good and ill
 This mystery it binds me still