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 uncumbering weed? Or dost thou, hid from sight, Wait, like some spell-bound knight, Through blank, oblivious years the appointed hour To break thy trance and reassume thy power? Yet canst thou, without thought of feeling be? O, say what art thou, when no more thou'rt thee? Life! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'T is 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE PHANTOMS ALL by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD |