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 heart's ease, And the dear honour 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 18. A PORTRAIT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PURIFICATION OF YE B. VIRGIN (TO A BASE, A TENOR, AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A FARM NEAR ZILLEBEKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |