Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress'd Me

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.