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't will 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.

《By Anna Letitia Barbauld》