THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering,
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. 5
I comment Whitman on his fine works.
this was a great poem