Classic Poem

I

Bring back thy comfort, and return,
For well thou know'st, that I
In such a vigourous passion burn,
That missing thee I dye.
Return, return, insult no more,
Return, return, and mee restore
To those sequestred Joys, I had before.

II

Absence, in most that quenches Love,
And cools the warm desire,
The ardor of my heat improves,
And makes the flame aspire:
Th' opinion therefore I deny,
And term it (though a Tyrannie)
The Nurse to faith, and truth, and constancie.

III

Yet, Dear, I do not urge thy stay,
That were to prove unjust
To my desire; nor court delay;
But, ah! thy speed I must.
Then bring mee back the stol'n delight
Snatcht from mee in thy speedie flight,
Destroy my tedious day, my longing night.