Leaves of grass. | ||
THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that
goes to and fro,
seek- ing 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 carolling my songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
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 carolling my songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
Leaves of grass. | ||