Walt Whitman(1819–1892) · Leaves of Grass · Whispers of Heavenly Death · 1860
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.