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—



HELLO THERE
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jhnmyr:

New record this Summer… Not a Born and Raised “plus”… A new group of songs to bring the whole thing up to date with Summer 2013. I have that hunger that always precedes something meaningful. See you all soon. And thanks for the warm welcome back to the stage. Getting back on it a little at a time.

John

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I wasn’t already so excited for my show aaahhh

jhnmyr:

I hope I take as much from life when I’m 50 as Jodie Foster seems to have. If you thought her speech was confusing at first (as did I) that’s because we’re not used to hearing people - interesting, free thinking people - speak in the rhythm of their own inner metronome. That was inspiring.