Fri
Dec
12
years of LOVE have been forgot in the HATRED of a minute
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.
—-E.A. Poe