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Life

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.

But this I know, when thou art fled,

Where'er they lay these limbs, this head,

No clod so valueless shall be

As all that then remains of me.

 

O whither, whither dost thou fly?

Where bend unseen thy trackless course?

And in this strange divorce,

Ah, tell where I must seek this compound I?

To the vast ocean of empyreal flame

From whence thy essence came

Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed

From matter's base encumbering ****

Or dost thou, hid from sight,

Wait, like some spell-bound knight,

Through blank oblivious years th' appointed hour

To break thy trance and reassume thy power?

Yet canst thou without thought or feeling be?

O say, what art thou, when no more thou'rt thee?

 

Life! we have 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!

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Anna Lætitia Barbauld
1743-1825 / English
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