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.
1827.
