Poetry · To ⸻

To ⸻

“I Heed Not That My Earthly Lot”

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.