Goe hence away, and in thy parting know Tis not my voice, but heauens, that bidds thee goe; Spring hence thy faith, nor thinke it ill desert I finde in thee, that makes me thus to part, But voice of fame, and voice of heauen haue thunderd We both were lost, if both of us not sunderd; Fould now thine armes, and in thy last looke reare One sighe of loue, and coole it with a teare; Since part we must Let's kisse, that done retire With as cold frost, as erst we mett with fire; With such white vowes as fate can nere dissever But truth knitt fast; and so farewell for euer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LONGFELLOW by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART EYE-WITNESS by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE THE IDEAL GENERAL by ARCHILOCHUS FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN PROLOGUE TO THE PLAY OF HENRY THE EIGHTH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |