happy birthday e.a.p.

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.



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