Leaves of grass. (1861-1861)

Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)

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[39. Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love]

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love;
But now I think there is no unreturned love—the pay is certain, one way or another,

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Doubtless I could not have perceived the universe, or written one of my poems, if I had not freely given myself to comrades, to love.

University of Virginia Library

[39. Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturned love]