Leaves of Grass (1860)
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| 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. |