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...FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS THE ANGEL'S SONG; CAROL by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS THE MASTER BLACKSMITH by ARNOLD ANDREWS DESERTED FARMS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON WASHING SHEEP IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |