For Music
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 clouds that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Last updated: 6-7-2000
Well, I'm finally updating again. You know what that means: I have too much time on my hands. Anyway, I've been told there are problems with some stuff here if you're using Netscape, hence, instead of actually fixing anything, I added a little notice to Netscape users under the gateway. Just me being nice and thoughtful. *L* I'm currently working on the lyrics section of The Depths after which it will probably be summer and I may undertake the full Angelica Bridges sight I've been urged to create. I still haven't added those new pics, so they're still here. I'm sure you'll enjoy. The idea for a Christina Aguilera gallery is on hold until I'm done with everything else I'm doing, and even then I may just be too lazy to bother. I'm trying to think if there's anything else I have to mention... and... no. I guess there isn't. Leave any comments or suggestions on the Guestbook. (hint hint)
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