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The happiest day-the happiest hour
My seared 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 ev'n inherit
The venom thou hast poured on me-
Be still my spirit!

The happiest day-the happiest hour
Mine eyes shall see-have ever seen
The brightst glance of pride and power
I feel have been:

But were that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pian
Ev'n then-that brightest hour
I would not live again

For on its wings was dark alloy
And as if fluttered-fell
An essence-powerful to destroy
A soul that knew it well.

~EDGAR ALLAN POE