Şair: Walt Whitman • Eklenme Tarihi: 18.12.2017 • Görüntüleme: 2.686

Özet:
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,

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Sometimes with One I Love

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.)