The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
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 loveโthe 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.)
He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
The future is no more uncertain than the present.