Conscious am I in my Chamber,
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
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 —
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