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"… I sit by the restless all the dark night; some are so young, Some suffer so much? I recall the experiences sweet and sad. Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have crossed and rested, Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips."

"Armed regiments arrive everyday, pass through the city, and embark from the wharves. How good they look as they tramp down to the river, sweaty, with their guns on their shoulders! How I love them! How I could hug them!—with their brown faces, and their clothes and knapsacks covered with dust."

"Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poet. I whisper with my lips close to your ear, "I have loved many women and men—but I love none better than you."

"Are you the new person drawn toward me?… Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal? "Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?"