 | The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Volume 6 |  |
TO --
I HEED not that my earthly lot
Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that YOU sorrow for MY fate
Who am a passer by.
Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that YOU sorrow for MY fate
Who am a passer by.
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