My Lonely Self, That I Lost Poem by james watkin

Alone, a happy playmate
For myself had but I.
For me to congratulate;
None other to decry.
In skimming the shell, furthest yet.
In sprinting, no farther
One cape, of tide-fears beset
Tentacle-like clamber.

So no shadow then followed
So no imprint, behind
But my friendless friend's, which showed
Of said one was not blind!
I had thought his thoughts, much as.
And for wonder, joint spun
Point to point, what no compass
Home again could have brung.