Explore "To - "I Heed not that my Earthly Lot"" by Edgar Allan Poe on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.