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.
To''
Edgar Allan Poe
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Poem topics: I love you, fate, sorrow, earth, sweet, minute, mourn, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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