Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
206. As if a Phantom Caress’d Me
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I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore;
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore—the one I loved, that caress’d me,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light—that one has utterly disappear’d,
And those appear that are hateful to me, and mock me.