The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour by Edgar Allan Poe
"The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour", written when Poe was about nineteen, discusses his loss of youth. A similar version of the poem titled "Original" was attributed to his brother William Henry Leonard Poe and was published September 15, 1827. It is believed that Edgar wrote the poem, but William edited it with Edgar's approval.
This poem is written in six stanzas with four lines in each and the rhyme scheme of ABAB.
The Happiest Day, The Happiest 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 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. Published in 1827 in Tamerlane and Other Poems.
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Romanticism, 19th Century
Life, Happiness, Growing Old