If I should let every feeling show
And never myself to myself keep
I should leave myself with nowhere to go
My door being open while I sleep.
If my nature knows nor day nor night
Is swiftly sized as soon as seen
Keeps its colour in the changing light
It asks for trouble from the human mean.
No—I should this ungated house extend,
Build by breaking, fence the word, blast the line—
Perplex myself, and thus myself defend
From sunlight. I’ll be less, but more will be mine.
In that new room let there a mirror be—
And let my reflection there—a stranger see.
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