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