Life
Anna Lætitia Barbauld
1743 to 1825
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No clod so valueless shall be,
Say not Good night, but in some brighter clime
Where bend unseen thy trackless course,
To break thy trance and reassume thy power?
As all that then remains of me.
But know that thou and I must part;
From whence thy essence came,
I own to me's a secret yet.
Ah tell where I must seek this compound I?
Where'er they lay these limbs, this head,
Wait, like some spell-bound knight,
To the vast ocean of empyreal flame,
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
Life! I know not what thou art,
Or dost thou, hid from sight,
But this I know, when thou art fled,
Bid me Good morning.
O say what art thou, when no more thou 'rt thee?
Life! we've been long together,
Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed
From matter's base encumbering weed?
Through blank oblivious years th' appointed hour,
Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;
Yet canst thou without thought or feeling be?
Choose thine own time;
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
And in this strange divorce,
Then steal away, give little warning,
O whither, whither dost thou fly,
And when, or how, or where we met,