And what can be the use of him is more then 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 a 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.
He stays so close beside me, he's a cowerd you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie, as that shadow stick 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 a arrant sleepyhead,
Had stayed home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
-Hope
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