TO ——

TO ——I heed not that my earthly lotHath-little of Earth in it—That years of love have been forgotIn the hatred of a minute:—I mourn not that the desolateAre happier, sweet, than I,But that you sorrow for my fateWho am a passer-by.1829.

I heed not that my earthly lotHath-little of Earth in it—That years of love have been forgotIn the hatred of a minute:—I mourn not that the desolateAre happier, sweet, than I,But that you sorrow for my fateWho am a passer-by.

1829.

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