With you a Part of me hath passed away;
For in the peopled forest of my mind
A tree made leafless by this wintry wind
Shall never don again its green array.
Chapel and fireside,country road and bay,
Have something of their friendiness resigned;
Another,if I would, I could not find,
And I am grown much older in a day.
But yet I treasure in my memory
Your gift of charity, and young heart' s ease,
And the dear honour of your aarnity;
For these once mine,mY life is rich with these.
And l scarce know which part may greater be,-
what l keeP of you,or you from me.
