Friend

Oh this strange, curious race,
This peculiar thing called Man--
That yearns so far and reaching
To with another stand.

The state of "sole" and "self"
Has its sweet but temporal place
But remain it can't, forever
Else its goodness be effaced.

The need of a worthy companion
In its void is well perceived;
Such a requirement too delicate
To not be soon relieved.
-T. Emerson