Since 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 this 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 though might’st him yet recover.
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Such beauty expressed with so much passion, and pathos.
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Quite! I studied this poem at school for my GCSEs and found it in a box of old stuff my dad had returned to me during the summer this year. It was poignant as I was just saying goodbye to someone who had been a very good friend for so long, but who had become more to me than I was to him. I wont go into details but i thought this poem summed it up quite well; we have to live in the same community with the same friends…
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