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MY SHADOW
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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.
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.
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
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!
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.
The poem, “My Shadow,” is found in the book A Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson. The book, poem, illustrations, and the recording are all in the public domain.
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