So Much Alone

From childhood's hour I've not been As others were - I've not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring Alone, so much alone, 'Tis this that plagues my every tone, The solitude which wraps my soul, And binds me in its dread control. From the same source I've not derived My sorrow - I could not awake The echo sleeping in each heart To joy at the same tongueless part. Alone, so much alone, 'Tis this that plagues my every tone, The solitude which wraps my soul, And binds me in its dread control. The grayling of the unfathomed clouds, Dim regions where no form intrudes, Mirror the darkness in my mind, No soul can pierce this veil entwined. Alone, so much alone, 'Tis this that plagues my every tone, The solitude which wraps my soul, And binds me in its dread control. No hand has pressed a sadness down, No voice has uttered - thy relief, Alone, I bear the bitter crown, Deep in this silent sea of grief.