Absent from thee I languish still; <br />Then ask me not, when I return? <br />The straying fool 'twill plainly kill <br />To wish all day, all night to mourn. <br /> <br />Dear! from thine arms then let me fly, <br />That my fantastic mind may prove <br />The torments it deserves to try <br />That tears my fixed heart from my love. <br /> <br />When, wearied with a world of woe, <br />To thy safe bosom I retire <br />where love and peace and truth does flow, <br />May I contented there expire, <br /> <br />Lest, once more wandering from that heaven, <br />I fall on some base heart unblest, <br />Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven, <br />And lose my everlasting rest.<br /><br />Lord John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absent-of-thee-i-languish-still-2/
