| 'Twas noontide of summer and mid-time of the night;
|
| And stars, in their orbits shone pale, through the light
|
| Of the brighter, cold moon, lightning in the sky
|
| Star beams on the waves passed me flying by
|
| 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 loved, I loved alone.
|
| From the thunder and the storm,
|
| And the cloud that took the form
|
| Of a demon in my view
|
| When the rest of Heaven was blue
|
| 'Twas noontide of summer and mid-time of the night;
|
| And stars, in their orbits shone pale, through the light
|
| Of the brighter, cold moon, lightning in the sky
|
| Star beams on the waves passed me flying by
|
| Then — in my childhood, in the dawn
|
| Of a most stormy life — was drawn
|
| From every depth of good and I’ll
|
| 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 rolled
|
| In it’s autumn tint of gold
|
| From the thunder and the storm,
|
| And the cloud that took the form
|
| Of a demon in my view
|
| When the rest of Heaven was blue
|
| 'Twas noontide of summer and mid-time of the night;
|
| And stars, in their orbits shone pale, through the light
|
| Of the brighter, cold moon, lightning in the sky
|
| Star beams on the waves passed me flying by
|
| Flying by
|
| Flying by
|
| Alone |