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To — [I HEED not that my earthly lot]
by [?]

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.