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 tear my fix'd heart from my love. <br /> <br />When, wearied with a world of woe, <br />To they 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/return-35/
