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This is Version I of a poem that Edgar Allan apparently wrote with his brother William Henry.

The Happiest Day
The happiest day — the happiest hour,
My sear'd and blighted heart has known,
The brightest glance of pride and power
I feel hath flown —

Of power, said I? Yes, such I ween —
But it has 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 e'en inherit
The venom thou hast pour'd on me :
Be still my spirit.

The smile of love — soft friendship's charm —
Bright hope itself has fled at last,
'T will ne'er again my bosom warm—
'Tis ever past.

The happiest day, — the happiest hour,
Mine eyes shall see, — have ever seen, —
The brightest glance of pride and power,
I feel has been.

Edgar Allan and William Henry Poe
1827