To the young man, many things to absorb, to engraft, to develop, I teach, to help him become eleve of mine.

But if blood like mine circle not in his veins.

If he be not silently selected by lovers, and do not silently select lovers.

Of what use is it that he seek to become dl^ve of mine ?

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you.

As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you.

Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

Here my last words, and the most baffling.

Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting.

Here I shade down and hide my thoughts — I do not expose them,

And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.