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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.

1829.

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