Alone - Vincent Price, Basil Rathbone

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 cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view