Leaves of Grass (1867)

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NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME.

NOT youth pertains to me,
Nor delicatesse—I cannot beguile the time with talk;
Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant;
In the learn'd coterie sitting constrain'd and still—for
         learning inures not to me;
Beauty, knowledge, fortune, inure not to me—yet
         there are two things inure to me;
I have nourish'd the wounded, and sooth'd many a
         dying soldier;
And at intervals I have strung together a few songs,
Fit for war, and the life of the camp.
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