For Annie short film

From childhood's jam 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 sumber I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My jantung to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

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, atau the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the awan that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not cinta the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody-
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach atau bribe me to define-
Nor Love- although the cinta were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining-
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.