To _____.(I heed not that my earthly lot...)
by Edgar Allan 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.
Source:
The Works Of Edgar Allan PoeVolume 10: Poems
Copyright 1895
Stone & Kimball, Chicago