| 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.) WALT WHITMAN |
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Think not, when you attain your wish,
SvarSletContent will banish gief and care!
High though your stand, though round you
thrown
The robes that rank and splendor wear,
A secret poison in the heart
Will stick and rankle there.
In night go view the solemn stars,
Ever in majesty the same;
Creation's worlds: how poor must seem
The mightiest honors earth can name;
And, most of all, this silly strife
After the bubble, fame!