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My
Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson |
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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-- 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 goes so little that there's none of him at all. And
can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He
stays so close behind 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, Had
stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
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From Child's Garden
of Verses / by Robert Louis Stevenson ; illustrated by Myrtle
Sheldon. Chicago : M. A. Donohue & Co., c1916. |
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