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Did you ever stand in a Caverns Mouth --

 Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth --
Widths out of the Sun --
And look -- and shudder, and block your breath --
And deem to be alone

In such a place, what horror,
How Goblin it would be --
And fly, as 'twere pursuing you?
Then Loneliness -- looks so --

Did you ever look in a Cannon's face --
Between whose Yellow eye --
And yours -- the Judgment intervened --
The Question of "To die" --

Extemporizing in your ear
As cool as Satyr's Drums --
If you remember, and were saved --
It's liker so -- it seems --

Written by Walt Whitman |

Out from Behind this Mask

 1
OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask, 
(All straighter, liker Masks rejected—this preferr’d,) 
This common curtain of the face, contain’d in me for me, in you for you, in each for
 each,

(Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tears—O heaven! 
The passionate, teeming plays this curtain hid!)
This glaze of God’s serenest, purest sky, 
This film of Satan’s seething pit, 
This heart’s geography’s map—this limitless small continent—this
 soundless
 sea; 
Out from the convolutions of this globe, 
This subtler astronomic orb than sun or moon—than Jupiter, Venus, Mars;
This condensation of the Universe—(nay, here the only Universe, 
Here the IDEA—all in this mystic handful wrapt;) 
These burin’d eyes, flashing to you, to pass to future time, 
To launch and spin through space revolving, sideling—from these to emanate, 
To You, whoe’er you are—a Look.

2
A Traveler of thoughts and years—of peace and war, 
Of youth long sped, and middle age declining, 
(As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second, 
Songs, ventures, speculations, presently to close,) 
Lingering a moment, here and now, to You I opposite turn,
As on the road, or at some crevice door, by chance, or open’d window, 
Pausing, inclining, baring my head, You specially I greet, 
To draw and clench your Soul, for once, inseparably with mine, 
Then travel, travel on.

Written by William Shakespeare |

Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way

 But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
To give away your self keeps your self still,
And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

Written by William Shakespeare |

Sonnet XVI

 But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens yet unset
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.