Classic Poem

I hope I shall remember,
The day I come to die,
The welcome of this morning's dawn,
This evening's good-night sky.

I hope I shall remember
The kindly little star,
Caught in to-night's mist-matted hair,
Which greeted me afar.

And how as I was watching,
Loving its little light,
Fleet as a dream it dropped and fell
Into the urn of night.