That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking 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 among my lovers and caroling these songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS STANZAS TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON AN AEOLIAN HARP by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE NAME by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |