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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.