The Happiest Day
by Edgar Allan Poe
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The happiest day—the happiest hour,
Tamerlane and other poems Version
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 vanished 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.
|The Happiest Day is currently in the Public Domain. This text can now be legally distributed as the work was published before 1923 and the author died in 1849 therefore the 70 year extension has expired.|