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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship.  1904.
 
Poems of Home: II. For Children
My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)
 
I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see,
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
 
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—        5
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there ’s none of him at all.
 
He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.        10
He stays so close beside me, he ’s a coward you can see;
I ’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
 
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,        15
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
 
 
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