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. |
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Walt Whitman. |