May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past <br /> life, <br /> Or may-be a stranger is reading this who has secretly loved me, <br /> Or may-be one who meets all my grand assumptions and egotisms with <br /> derision, <br /> Or may-be one who is puzzled at me. <br /> <br /> As if I were not puzzled at myself! <br /> Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck! O self- <br /> convicted!) <br /> Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly, a long time, <br /> and never avow it;) <br /> Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in myself, the stuff <br /> of wrong-doing, <br /> Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease. 10<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-now-reading-this/
