That Shadow, My Likeness
Walt Whitman
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering; How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; --But in these, and among my lovers, and caroling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
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