What is a friend?
It is a single soul in two bodies.

Lullaby

Lay your sleeping head,my love,

human on my faithless arm;

time and fevers burn away

individual beauty from

thoughtful children,and the grave

proves the child ephemeral:

But in my arms till break of day

let the living creature lie,

mortal,guilty,but to me

the entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:

to lovers they lie upon

her tolerant enchanted slope

in their ordinary swoon,

grave the vision Venus sends

of supernatural sympathy,

universal love and hope;

while an abstract insight wakes

among the glaciers and the rocks

the hermit's carnal ecstasy.