Edgar Allan Poe

THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR

The happiest day - the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The higgest hope of pride and power,
I fell 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 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 where 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 wings was dark alloy,
And, as it flutter'd - fell
And essence - powerfull to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

Edgar Allan Poe

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Hakuna Matata and Have Sweet Dreams (~'-')~