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- THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR
- by Edgar Allan Poe
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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!
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- The happiest day- the happiest hour
- Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen,
- The brightest glance of pride and power,
- I feel- have been:
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- 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:
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- For on its wing was dark alloy,
- And, as it flutter'd- fell
- An essence- powerful to destroy
- A soul that knew it well.
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- -THE END-
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