"Alone"

In my childhood…

in a 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 roll’d

in it’s autumn

tint of gold

from the lightning

in the sky

as it passed

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