|
|
Sometimes With One I Love
By Walt Whitman
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.)
Extra Info:
|
|
Printable Page
Add Your Thoughts on this poem.
This page viewed 942 times.
|
|
