The Happiest Day

by Edgar Allan Poe

Published 1827


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 I

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.

     III

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!

     IV

The happiest day-the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see-have ever seen
The brightest glance of pride and power
I feet have been:

     V

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pain
Ev’n then I felt-that brightest hour
I would not live again:

     VI

For on its wing was dark alloy
And as it fluttered-fell
An essence-powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.


The Happiest Day,” one of many poems by Edgar Allan Poe, was published in 1827.


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