Oh my God, I carry an empty heart
I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone (at the same tone)
Empty heart, this times are rough
From the torrent or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain (the mountain)
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen (I have not seen)
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring (a common spring)
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life, was drawn (of a most stormy life was drawn)
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still (of which binds me still)
Oh my God, I carry an empty heart
I could not awaken
And if I lov'd—I lov'd alone
Empty heart, this times are rough
From the torrent or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that 'round me roll'd (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