English poem

To A Western Boy

O boy of the West! 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?

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To a Stranger
To a Western Boy
To Be at All
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All 594 poems by Walt Whitman