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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 240 of 382 · Whispers of Heavenly Death

As If a Phantom Caress’d Me

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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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