Not Youth Pertains to Me by Walt Whitman Lyrics

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, inure not to me—yet there are two or three things
         inure to me,
I have nourish'd the wounded and sooth'd many a dying soldier,
And at intervals waiting or in the midst of camp,
Composed these songs.