Conscious Am I In My Chamber

poem 679

Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend He doth not attest by Posture Nor Confirm by Word Neither Place need I present Him Fitter Courtesy Hospitable intuition Of His Company Presence is His furthest license Neither He to Me Nor Myself to Him by Accent Forfeit Probity Weariness of Him, were quainter Than Monotony Knew a Particle of Space’s Vast Society Neither if He visit Other Do He dwell or Nay know I But Instinct esteem Him Immortality