TO J. S.
159
iii.
Those in whose laps our limbs are nurst,
Fall into shadow, soonest lost:
Those we love first are taken first.
iv.
He lends us; but, when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.
v.
In grief I am not all unlearned:
Once thro' mine own doors Death did pass;
One went, who never hath returned.
vi.
Once more. Two years his chair is seen
Empty before us. That was he
Without whose life I had not been.
