The Parting, by Michael Drayton

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…

The Foreboding, by Robert Graves

Looking by chance in at the open window I saw my own self seated in his chair With gaze abstracted, furrowed forehead Unkempt hair. I thought that I had suddenly come to die, That to a cold corpse this was my farewell, Until the pen moved slowly upon paper And tears fell. He had written…