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 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.