Conscious am I in my Chamber

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

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Conscious am I in my Chamber