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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About this poem
- First line
- I heed not that my earthly lot
- Poet
- Edgar Allan Poe
- Themes
- love, death, grief, identity
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