I BRING back my comfort, and return, For well thou know'st that I In such a vigorous passion burn, That missing thee, I die. Return, return, insult no more, Return, return, and me restore To those sequester'd joys I had before. II Absence, in most, that quenches love, And cools the warm desire, The ardour of my heat improves, And makes the flame aspire; Th' opinion therefore I deny, And term it, though a tyranny, The nurse to Faith, and Truth, and Constancy. III Yet Dear, I do not urge thy stay, That were to prove unjust To my desires; nor court delay: But ah! thy speed I must; Then bring me back the stol'n delight Snatch't from me in thy speedy flight, Destroy my tedious day, my longing night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON TO MY FRIENDS, WHO RIDICULED A TENDER LEAVE-TAKING by MATTHEW ARNOLD 1916 SEEN FROM 1921 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GIACINTA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |