To W.P

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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 amity;

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

               ——George Santayana