THE PARTING
by: Michael Drayton (1563-1631)
- INCE there's no help, come let
us kiss and part--
- Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
- And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
- That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
- Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
- And when we meet at any time again,
- Be it not seen in either of our brows
- That we one jot of former love retain.
- Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath,
- When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies,
- When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
- And innocence is closing up his eyes,
- --Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
- From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
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