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"Verborgen im Schnee", Computergraphik,, BA'10/2002 |
The happiest day, the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The happiest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. 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 ev'n 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 Ev'n 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 [E.A.Poe] |