Walt Whitman — As If a Phantom Caressd Me

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.