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The Happiest
Day
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
The happiest
day the happiest hour
My seared 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 ev'n inherit
The venom thou
hast poured 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 offered
with the pain
Ev'n then
I felt the brightest hour
I would not
live again:
For on its wings
was dark alloy
And as it fluttered
fell
An essence powerful
to destroy
A soul that
knew it well.
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