From Childhood’s hour I hav not been
As others were, I have not seen
As others saw, I could not bring
As others could, my passions from a common spring.
From childhood’s hour, I did desire
When you danced around, I needed the fire
And when all was over and you were gone
I loved, yes, I loved alone.
From childhood’s hour, I have not slept
For want of friends, I have not wept
For want of warmth, I waited for the sun
I touched the rays, there was none.
From childhood’s hour, in an empty room
I have laughed often, when I was in gloom
And when I was away from the barriers of stone
I cried, yes, I cried. Alone.
From childhood’s hour, I’ve looked above
To see the southern flight of the dove
To see the nimbus drifting by
To hear the voice from the sky
From childhood’s hour, I’ve tried to hear
And when all was quiet, and my senses clear
I heard from far, a busy drone
And I knew, I was not alone.
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