Since There’s No Help
poem by by Michael Drayton (1563-1631)
Music by Richard deCosta
Since there’s no help, let us kiss and part;
Nay, I am 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 vows,
And when we meet at any time,
Be it not seen in either of our brows.
That we one jot of former love retain.
Now let us each a new path pursue,
Forget our love and start life anew.
Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath,
When, his pulse failing, his Passion speechless lies,
When Faith is kneeling by this bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him o’er,
From death to life he/I mightst yet recover.