ABSENT from thee, I languish still; Then ask me not, When I return? The straying fool 'twill plainly kill To wish all day, all night to mourn. Dear, from thine arms then let me fly, That my fantastic mind may prove The torments it deserves to try, That tears my fix'd heart from my love. When, wearied with a world of woe, To thy safe bosom I retire, Where love, and peace, and truth does flow, May I contented there expire! Lest, once more wandering from that heaven, I fall on some base heart unblest; Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven -- And lose my everlasting rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA LORD ALCOHOL; SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON BASE DETAILS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |