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That Shadow, my Likeness.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek-
ing a livelihood, 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 in these, and among my lovers, and caroling my
songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me.