National Poetry Month: “Idea 61: Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part”


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 thus so
cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever 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 and death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him
over, from death to life thous mightst him yet recover.

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