Visor'd

Walt Whitman

   A MASK--a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
   Concealing her face, concealing her form,
   Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
   Falling upon her even when she sleeps.

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• Walt Whitman : Voices
• Walt Whitman : Walt Whitman's Caution
• Walt Whitman : Wandering At Morn
• Walt Whitman : Warble Of Lilac-time
• Walt Whitman : We Two Boys Together Clinging
• Walt Whitman : We Two-how Long We Were Fool'd
• Walt Whitman : Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life
• Walt Whitman : What Am I, After All?
• Walt Whitman : What Best I See In Thee
• Walt Whitman : What General Has A Good Army

Previous 10 Poems

• Walt Whitman : Virginia--the West
• Walt Whitman : Virgil Strange I Kept On The Field
• Walt Whitman : Vicouac On A Mountain Side
• Walt Whitman : Unnamed Lands
• Walt Whitman : Unfolded Out Of The Folds
• Walt Whitman : Two Rivulets
• Walt Whitman : Turn, O Libertad
• Walt Whitman : Trinckle, Drops
• Walt Whitman : To You
• Walt Whitman : To Think Of Time