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 hearts 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. . George Santayana
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This poem is mainly about the loss that comes with losing a friend or lover, especially one who is very significant to you. The speaker is saying they are so consumed by the loss of the person they have lost that it is making them feel older than their years. But, at the same time, this loss has enriched them in some way. They have retained the memories of this person they have lost and have also experienced a life full of joy after losing someone.

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