A Walt Whitman poem from Leaves of Grass

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.