NOT my enemies ever invade me--no harm to my pride from them I fear; <br /> But the lovers I recklessly love--lo! how they master me! <br /> Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength! <br /> Utterly abject, grovelling on the ground before them.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-my-enemies-ever-invade-me/
