Friday, January 7, 2011

To -

George Henry Seeley, Nude - The Pool, photogravure, 1910

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.

-Edgar Allan Poe

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