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Edgar Allan Poe·1809–1849
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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.