Here you will find the Poem Absent of Thee I Languish Still of poet John Wilmot
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 fixed 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.