Ligeia und andere Novellen; Sieben Gedichte

By Edgar Allan Poe

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Bin hier einst mit Psyche gegangen --
Zur Zeit, da mein Herz war vulkanisch
Wie die schlackigen Ströme, die langen,
Wie die Lavabäche, die langen,
Die rastlos und schweflig den Yaanek
Hinab bis zum Pole gelangen --
Die rollend hinab den Berg Yaanek
Zum nördlichen Pole gelangen.

Unser Wort war von Dunkel umwoben,
Der Gedanke verdorrt und stier --
Das Gedenken verdorrt und stier;
Denn wir wußten nicht, daß es Oktober,
Und der Jahrnacht vergaßen wir --
Der Nacht aller Jahrnächte wir!
Wir vergaßen des Sees von Auber
(Obgleich wir gewandert einst hier),
Des dunstigen Sumpfs von Auber
Und des spukhaften Waldlands von Weir.

Und nun da in alternder Nacht
Die Sternuhr gen Morgen sich schob --
Da die Sternuhr gen Morgen sich schob --
Ward am End' unsres Pfades entfacht
Ein Schimmern, das Nebel umwob,
Aus dem mit wachsender Pracht
Ein Halbmond sein Doppelhorn hob --
Astartes demantene Pracht
Deutlich ihr Doppelhorn hob.

»Sie ist wärmer«, so sagte ich,
»Als Diana: sie schwärmt durch ein Meer
Von Seufzern -- ein Seufzermeer;
Sie sah es: die Träne wich
Von diesen Wangen nicht mehr,
Und vorbei am Löwenbild strich
Als Lenker zu Himmeln sie her,
Als Leiter zu Lethe sie her;
Trotz des Löwen getraute sie sich,
Uns zu leuchten so hell und so hehr --
Durch sein Lager hindurch wagte sich
Ihre Liebe, so licht und so hehr.«

Doch Psyche hob warnend die Hand:
»Fürwahr, ich mißtraue dem Schein
Dieses Sterns -- seinem bleichen

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