Was it I who walked the
earth disclaiming all except
what I had in myself?
Was it I boasting how complete
I was in myself?
O little I counted the comrade
indispensable to me!
O how my soul--How the
soul of man feeds, re-
joices in its lovers, its
dear friends!
And now I care not to
walk the earth unless
a lover, a dear friend,
walk by my side.