Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
71. To a Western Boy
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To you many things to absorb, I teach, to help you become eleve of mine:
Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins;
If you be not silently selected by lovers, and do not silently select lovers,
Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine?