Of power! said I? yes! such I ween;
But they have vanish’d long, alas!
The visions of my youth have been—
But let them pass.
And, pride, what have I now with thee?
Another brow may even inherit
The venom thou hast pour’d on me
Be still, my spirit!
The happiest day—the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see—have ever seen,
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel—have been:
But were that hope of pride and power
Now offer’d with the pain
Even then I felt—that brightest hour
I would not live again:
For on its wing was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter’d—fell
An essence—powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.
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