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.
by EA Poe
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.
by EA Poe
Tags: edgar allan poe, gothic, hate, love, poem, to
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