O BITTER sprig! Confession sprig!
In the bouquet I give you place also--I bind you in,
Proceeding no further till, humbled publicly,
I give fair warning, once for all.
I own that I have been sly, thievish, mean, a prevaricator, greedy,
derelict,
And I own that I remain so yet.
What foul thought but I think it--or have in me the stuff out of
which it is thought?
What in darkness in bed at night, alone or with a companion?
O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig!
Walt Whitman
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Poem topics: alone, night, warning, place, remain, bitter, thought, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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