“to w.p”
sonnet II
george santayana
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, your mellow 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 of me.
