Untitled Poem on Dying

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.