marianne faithfull
alone
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were â€” I have not seen As others saw â€” 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 â€” in my childhood â€” in the dawn Of a most stormy life â€” was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill To 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 â€” From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by â€” From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue).