Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “[The Happiest Day]” (Text-A), Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), pp. 33-34


[page 33, continued:]


[[The Happiest Day]]

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 vanish’d 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 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

Ev’n then I felt — that brightest hour

I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy

And as it flutter’d — fell [page 34:]

An essence — powerful to destroy

A soul that knew it well.





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