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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 75 of 382 · Calamus

Sometimes with One I Love

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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.)

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