Question

the times and answer the given questions
known not what tou art
But know that thou and I must part
And when, or how, or where we met
town to me's a secret yet.
Lite! we've been long togther
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather
is hard to part when frineds are dear
Perhaps' 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.
what is a secret to the poet?
I whom is the poem addressed ?
What is the poet's attitude towards death?​

Answer 1

Answer:

he own to him is secret to the poet