NOT my enemies ever invade me--no harm to my pride from them I fear;
But the lovers I recklessly love--lo! how they master me!
Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
Utterly abject, grovelling on the ground before them.
More verses by Walt Whitman
- Out From Behind His Mask
- Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour
- Fast Anchor'D, Eternal, O Love
- Years Of The Modern
- Not Youth Pertains To Me