NOT my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear;
But the lovers I recklessly love—lo! how they master me!
Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
Utterly abject, grovelling on the ground before them.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Walt Whitman's poem Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me.

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