The far rest is far as the near is near—
Save when the orbs are of friend and friend
And the circles’ limits perforce must blend.
But the one sole point at which he and I
Could touch, was the contact of vulgar minds;
’Twas interest’s forcible, feeble tie,
Which binds, but with lasting bonds ne’er binds;
And our objects fated to disagree,
What way went I, and what way went he?
Yet were we comrades for years and years,