To

[Dark Muse]

To

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

Just reading through a collection of Poe's work that I have, when I happend upon this poem, and there is something about it which I quite like


That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:

I think these lines are amazing and speak such volumes of truth.

I think this poem is very deep for such a short work. His writing is always so rich and soulful.

[Virgil]

Those are good and profound lines. Thanks for sharing, Muse.