Leaves of Grass (1891-92)

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THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.


THAT shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a liveli-
         hood, 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 among my lovers and caroling these songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.
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