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ONE DAY IN SOLITUDE

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Since there’s no way,
Come let us hug.
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,
When we meet 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, your pulse failing, 
Passion speechless lies 
Under the sands of love.












Theme:
The theme of the poem is the end of a relationship and the desire to move on with no hard feelings, without any bitterness or grudges.

Summary:
The poem is a dialogue between two lovers who have decided to part ways. The speaker begins by suggesting that since there is no way to change the situation, they should embrace one another in a final hug. However, the other lover refuses, stating that they have already said their goodbyes and have no desire for any more physical contact.

The speaker then expresses their relief that they can finally let go of the relationship without any lingering attachments. They suggest that they cancel all of their vows and shake hands as a symbol of finality. They also agree that if they were to meet again in the future, they should not show any signs of lingering affection.

The poem then takes on a more melancholic tone, as the speaker reflects on the end of their relationship. They describe their love as being at the "last gasp" and "speechless" as it lies buried under the "sands of love." The tone suggests that while the lovers have come to a mutual agreement to end their relationship, there is still a sense of sadness and loss.

The final lines of the poem emphasize the desire to move on completely and start anew, with no trace of the past remaining. The speaker suggests that they should both move on without any hint of their former love remaining, signaling the finality of their breakup.

Overall, the poem explores the theme of letting go of a relationship and moving on without bitterness or regret. It conveys the idea that while the end of a relationship can be painful, it is possible to part ways amicably and with a sense of closure. The melancholic tone of the poem suggests that while there may be sadness in letting go, it is ultimately necessary for both parties to move on with their lives.






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