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
satisfaction?
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
real
heroic man?
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all
maya,
illusion?