Out from Behind this Mask.
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small type (On an engraved head, a Portrait 'looking at you.') |
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Out from behind this mask, |
This general curtain of the face, con- |
tain'd in me for me, in you for |
you, in each for each, |
(Tragedies, sorrows, songs—laughter and |
tears—O heaven! |
The passionate, teeming play this cur- |
tain hid!) |
This glaze of God's serenest, purest sky, |
This film of Satan's seething pit, |
This Soul's geography's map—this lim- |
itless, small continent—this sound- |
less sea; |
Out of the folded convolutions of this |
globe, |
This subtler astronomic orb than sun |
or moon—than Jupiter, Venus, Mars, |
This condensation of the Universe—nay, here |
the real Universe—here the Idea—all |
in this mystic handful wrapt; |
From these to emanate, to you, whoe'er |
you are, |
These burin'd eyes—a Look. |
Walt Whitman. |