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Remembering
my dog Dude
WITH YOU PART OF ME
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 it’s
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.
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| George Santayana 1863-1952 |
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