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.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN IN HOSPITAL: 28. DISCHARGED by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES |