by Edgar Allan PoePublished 1827This page may contain affiliate links, for which we may receive a small commission at no extra cost to you. This helps support Love Letters to Poe. IThe happiest day-the happiest hourMy seared and blighted heart hath known,The highest hope of pride and power,I feel hath flown.Of power! said I? Yes! such I weenBut they have vanished long, alas!The visions of my youth have beenBut let them pass. IIIAnd pride, what have I now with thee?Another brow may ev’n inheritThe venom thou hast poured on meBe still my spirit! IVThe happiest day-the happiest hourMine eyes shall see-have ever seenThe brightest glance of pride and powerI feet have been: VBut were that hope of pride and powerNow offered with the painEv’n then I felt-that brightest hourI would not live again: VIFor on its wing was dark alloyAnd as it fluttered-fellAn essence-powerful to destroyA soul that knew it well.“The Happiest Day,” one of many poems by Edgar Allan Poe, was published in 1827.