é claro que não tenho, já, a certeza, mas penso que esta terá sido a minha primeira citação...
já devem ter passado 20 anos, and this same old feeling, keeps on going
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 loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depht 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 thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(when the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.