I tried to think a lonelier Thing
Than any I had seen -
Some Polar Expiation - An Omen in the Bone
Of Death's tremendous nearness -

I probed Retrieverless things
My Duplicate - to borrow -
A Haggard Comfort springs

From the belief that Somewhere -
Within the Clutch of Thought -
There dwells one other Creature
Of Heavenly Love - forgot -

I plucked at our Partition
As One should pry the Walls -
Between Himself - and Horror's Twin - 
Within Opposing Cells -

I almost strove to clasp his Hand,
Such Luxur - it grew -
That as Myself - could pity Him -
Perhaps he - pitied me -