Sometimes with one I love
I fill myself with rage
for fear I effuse
unreturn'd love,
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love,
the pay is certain one
way or another.
(I loved a certain person ardently
and my love was not return'd,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)
I fill myself with rage
for fear I effuse
unreturn'd love,
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love,
the pay is certain one
way or another.
(I loved a certain person ardently
and my love was not return'd,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)
Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
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