As If A Phantom Caress'd Me
by Walt Whitman
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
And those appear that are hateful to me, and mock me.