From Leaves of Grass
, by Walt Whitman
Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with take warning
, I am surely far different from
what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal
Do you think it is so easy to have me become your lover
Do you think the friendship
of me would be unalloy'd
Do you think I am trusty and faithful
Do you see no further than this façade
, this smooth and
tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya