|I||The happiest day—the happiest hour
My seared and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
|II||Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween
But they have vanished long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been—
But let them pass.
|III||And pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may ev’n inherit
The venom thou hast poured on me—
Be still my spirit!
|IV||The happiest day—the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see—have ever seen
The brightest glance of pride and power
I feel have been:
|V||But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pain
Ev’n then I felt—that brightest hour
I would not live again:
|VI||For on its wing was dark alloy
And as it fluttered—fell
An essence—powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.