In Memoriam

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 friendliness 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 hearts ease,

And the dear honor of your amity;

For these once mine, my life is rich with these.

And I scarce know which part may greater be,

What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

~ George Santayana