To what you said

To what you said, passionately clasping my hand, this is my answer:

Though you have strayed hither, for my sake, you can never belong to me,

Nor I to you,

Behold the customary loves and friendships the cold guards

l am that rough and simple person

l am he who kisses his comrade lightly on the lips at parting,

And l am one who is kissed in return,

I introduce that new American salute

Behold love choked, correct, polite, always suspicious

Behold the received models of the parlors --

What are they to me?

What to these young men that travel with me?