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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.
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Notes:
Griswold gives the first printing from the “Osgood” manuscript, with no changes.
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[S:1 - WORKS, 1850] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To —— [I heed not ...] (reprint)