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.
All eyes conceal what they want them to see, master the arts of the voidancy,
And you break and you run, you claw like a wytch, till you score all the scores that will kill off your itch.
Will you find them?