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...SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 1. JOHN SINGER SARGENT by KARL W. BIGELOW |