532 <br /> <br />I tried to think a lonelier Thing <br />Than any I had seen— <br />Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in the Bone <br />Of Death's tremendous nearness— <br /> <br />I probed Retrieverless things <br />My Duplicate—to borrow— <br />A Haggard Comfort springs <br /> <br />From the belief that Somewhere— <br />Within the Clutch of Thought— <br />There dwells one other Creature <br />Of Heavenly Love—forgot— <br /> <br />I plucked at our Partition <br />As One should pry the Walls— <br />Between Himself—and Horror's Twin— <br />Within Opposing Cells— <br /> <br />I almost strove to clasp his Hand, <br />Such Luxury—it grew— <br />That as Myself—could pity Him— <br />Perhaps he—pitied me—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-tried-to-think-a-lonelier-thing/
