.Sunday, November 2, 2008 ' 12:52 PM Y
all together
In Memoriam
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
For now we will close the door behind us quietly, not to disturb the scene from what we remember of, then leave this awkward reluctance with promises to return one day and laugh about everything, just like in the movies, only with more truth, right? At least, I hope I am.
