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.