Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me

Walt Whitman

   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.

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