The world demands us, and at length we part;
Thou whom that heart, since first it felt, approved—
I thought not why, nor question’d how I loved;
In my first thoughts, first notions, and first cares,
Associate; partner in my mind’s affairs,
In my young dreams, my fancies ill-express’d
But well conceived, and to the heart address’d—
A fellow-reader in the books I read;
A fellow-mourner in the tears I shed; 10
A friend, partaking every grief and joy;