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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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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;
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But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay
is certain, one way or another;
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(I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was
not return'd;
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| Yet out of that, I have written these songs.) |
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