The Happiest Day

The Happiest Day by Edgar Allan Poe 

Story copied from the Wikisource.

Warning: This is a Poe's Poetry.

Original Version
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Tamerlane and other poems Version
T HE 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.