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Conscious Am I in my Chamber

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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—
Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...



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