"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)". I bought the collection of poems of Walt Whitman yesterday and this poem made me feel warm inside and I felt like sharing this with you.

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