• 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 (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Walt Whitman (Illustrated)”, p.302, Delphi Classics