OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut Mask,
(All straighter, liker Masks rejectedthis preferrd,)
This common curtain of the face, containd in me for me, in you for you, in each for
(Tragedies, sorrows, laughter, tearsO heaven!
The passionate, teeming plays this curtain hid!)
This glaze of Gods serenest, purest sky,
This film of Satans seething pit,
This hearts geographys mapthis limitless small continentthis
Out from the convolutions of this globe,
This subtler astronomic orb than sun or moonthan Jupiter, Venus, Mars;
This condensation of the Universe(nay, here the only Universe,
Here the IDEAall in this mystic handful wrapt;)
These burind eyes, flashing to you, to pass to future time,
To launch and spin through space revolving, sidelingfrom these to emanate,
To You, whoeer you area Look.
A Traveler of thoughts and yearsof 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 opend 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.