The single creature leads a partial life,
Man by his mind, and by his nose the hound;
He needs the deep emotions I can give,
I scent in him a vaster hunting ground.
Like calls to like, to share is to relieve
And sympathy the root bears love the flower;
He feels in us, and we in him perceive
A common passion for the lonely hour.
We move in our apartness and our pride
About the decent dwellings he has made:
In all his walks I follow at his side,
His faithful servant and his loving shade.