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As If a Phantom Caress'd Me

by Walt Whitman, 1892

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.

Published in Leaves of Grass

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