'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 pa**ed 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 pa**ions 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 pa**ed me flying by 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 From the torrent, or the fountain From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that round me rolled In its 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 pa**ed me flying by Flying by Flying by Alone