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 the sometimes shoots up taller like an India - rubber ball, And he sometimes
gets so little that there’s none of him at all.
One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every butter
cup; but my little shadow, like an arrant sleepy head, He stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep
in bed. can any help me by telling the meaning of this poem?