As if a phantom caress'd me,
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.
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This is not one of my favorite Walt Whitman pieces, i must
admit. I did like the message/theme that was being presented,
yet i felt as though the phrasing and redundancy in this one
fell a little flat.
UB
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excellent
Exactly
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