That Shadow, my Likeness

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 in these, and among my lovers, and caroling my songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me. 5