Would rasp each other when the world look’d on!
In truth, each seem’d to wear his nature’s coat
The soft side inward, comforting himself,
And turn the rough side only toward the world.
If strangers chafed against it, yet oneself
And friend were saved this.
When thus Elbert’s cloak
Was mine, and mine was his, and both held both,
No proof could have convinced me in those days
His peer had ever liv’d. What seem’d in him