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Live Oak, with Moss, Leaf 18
XII
To the young man, many things to absorb, to
engraft, to
develop, I teach, that he be
my eleve,
But if through him speed rolls not the
red
blood of divine
friendship, hot and
red—If he be
not silently selected by
lovers, and
do not silently select
lovers—of what
use were it for him to
seek to become
eleve of mine?
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