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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