Conscious am I in my Chamber

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—