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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.
[The following footnote appears at the bottom of page 43:]
1. The earliest form of this poem will be found in the Notes. The MS. in the possession of Mrs. W. M. Griswold is practically the same as the 1845 text. [[— ED.]]
TO. ——.
[From the Griswold MSS.]
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.
E. A. P.
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - JAH07, 1902] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Editions - The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe (J. A. Harrison) (To ——)