O! I care not that my earthly lot
Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
In the fever of a minute:
I heed not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you meddle with my fate
Who am a passerby.
It is not that my founts of bliss
Are gushing -- strange! with tears --
Or that the thrill of a single kiss
Hath palsied many years --
'Tis not that the flowers of twenty springs
Which have wither'd as they rose
Lie dead on my heart-strings
With the weight of an age of snows.
Not that the grass -- O! may it thrive!
On my grave is growing or grown-
But that, while I am dead yet alive
I cannot be, lady, alone.
First published in the Southern Literary Messenger, July 1835; revised and retitled "To One Departed" and printed in Graham's Magazine, March 1842.
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text),
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Stéphane Mallarmé (1842 - 1898)
, title 1: "À F.", from Les Poèmes d'Edgar Poe, published 1889 [an adaptation]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
(Edgar Allan Poe)
, title 1: "To F--", 1845, published 1845 [an adaptation]
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