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.)
Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I’ve read in my life.
Walt Whitman is regarded as one of America’s most important nineteenth-century poets.
We were together. I forget the rest.