Loves Farewell（1/1）

Michael Drayton

Sce theres no help, e letkiss and part,—

Nay I have done, you get no ore of ;

And I a gd, yea, gd with all y heart,

That th so ly I yselffree;

Shake hands for ever, cel all our vows,

And whe at any ti aga,

Be it not seeher of our brows

That we o of forr love reta.

Now at the st gasp of loves test breath,

When, his pulse failg, passion speechless lies,

When faith is kneelg by his bed of death,

And noce is closg up his eyes—

Now if thou wouldst, when all have given hi over,

Fro death to life thou ightst hi yet rever!