FRIENDSHIP.

I had a friend that lov'd me;

I was his soul; he liv'd not but in me;

We were so close within each other's breast,

The rivets were not found that join'd us first.

That does not reach us yet; we were so mix'd,

As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost.

We were one mass, we could not give or take,

But from the same: for He was I; I He;

Return my better half, and give me all myself,

For thou art all!

If I have any joy when thou art absent,

I grudge it to myself; methinks I rob

Thee of thy part.