The Happiest Day


Edgar Allan Poe

The happiest day--the happiest hour

My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,

The highest 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 smile of love--soft friendship's charm--

Bright hope itself has fled at last,

'Twill ne'er again my bosom warm--

'Tis ever past.

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.


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