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 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 –

从童年时起我就一直与别人不一样

我看待世间的事情与众不同

我从来就不能从一个寻常的春天获得激情

我从不曾从这同一个源泉得到忧伤

我也不能呼唤我的心为这同一韵调开怀

而我爱的一切

我独自去爱

于是

在我的童年

在我的风雨人生的黎明

我获得从每一种善良与邪恶的深处

那种神秘，它仍然把我束缚

从湍湍急流，或粼粼飞泉

从山顶那血红的峭壁之巅

从那轮绕着我旋转的太阳

当沐浴着它秋日里的金光

从横空闪动的银线飞火

当它从我身旁一闪而过

从狂飙暴雨，从霹雳雷霆

从在我眼前千变万化的积云

（当整个天空一片湛蓝）

它变成魔鬼在我眼前