Life, I Know Not What Thou Art

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Life, I Know Not What Thou Art
by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

    Life! I know not what thou art.
    But know that thou and I must part;
    And when, or how, or where we met,
    I own to me's a secret yet.
    Life! we've been long together
    Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
    Tis hard to part when friends are dear--
    Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
    --Then steal away, give little warning,
    Choose thine own time;
    Say not Good Night,--but in some brighter clime
    Bid me Good Morning.