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...HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER TO MR. GAY, WHO WROTE HIM A CONGRATULATORY LETTER ON FINISHING HOUSE by ALEXANDER POPE VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE CROWDED STREET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ALIEN IN AMERICA by FRANCIS GARDNER CLOUGH IN TIME OF WAR I SING by ALLEN CRAFTON FABLES: 2ND SER. 8. THE MAN, THE CAT, THE DOG, AND THE FLY by JOHN GAY |