Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman

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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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