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 hopes! Yea, at you, ye dearest ones, did malice ever shoot its arrowsto hit my heart!

And they hit it! Because ye were always my dearest, my possession and my possessedness: on that account had ye to die young, and far too early!

At my most vulnerable point did they shoot the arrownamely, at you, whose skin is like downor more like the smile that dieth at a glance!

But this word will I say to mine enemies: What is all manslaughter in comparison with what ye have done to me!

Worse evil did ye do to me than all manslaughter; the irretrievable did ye take from me:thus do I speak to you, mine enemies!

Slew ye not my youth's visions and dearest marvels! My playmates took ye from me, the blessed spirits! To their memory do I deposit this wreath and this curse.

This curse upon you, mine enemies! Have ye not made mine eternal short, as a tone dieth away in a cold night! Scarcely, as the twinkle of divine eyes, did it come to meas a fleeting gleam!

Thus spake once in a happy hour my purity: "Divine shall everything be unto me."

Then did you haunt me with foul phantoms; ah, whither hath that happy hour now fled!

"All days shall be holy unto me"so spake once the wisdom of my youth: verily, the language of a joyous wisdom!

But then did ye enemies steal my nights, and sold them to sleepless torture: ah, whither hath that joyous wisdom now fled?

Once did I long for happy auspices: then did ye lead an owl-monster across my path, an adverse sign. Ah, whither did my tender longing then flee?