As If A Phantom Caress’d Me By Walt Whitman

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.