"Absent from thee" is one of many poems that John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (1647-1680) only shared with his friends during his lifetime; it wasn't widely published until years after his death. Like a lot of Rochester's poems, this "Song" is witty, mocking, and lewd. In it, a speaker assures his lover that the best way he can prove his undying love for her is to cheat on her a lot: only through testing out the "torments" of infidelity can he be truly faithful when he returns to her. Using the shape of a love poem and the language of religious piety, Rochester satirizes traditional ideas about both love and religion. To this Restoration-era courtier, it isn't love or God, but lust that makes the world go round.
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1Absent from thee I languish still;
2Then ask me not when I return.
3The straying fool 'twill plainly kill
4To wish all day, all night to mourn.
5Dear! from thine arms then let me fly,
6That my fantastic mind may prove
7The torments it deserves to try
8That tears my fixed heart from my love.
9When wearied with a world of woe
10To thy safe bosom I retire,
11Where love, and peace, and truth does flow,
12May I contented there expire,
13Lest, once more wandering from that heaven,
14I fall on some base heart unblest,
15Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven,
16And lose my everlasting rest.
1Absent from thee I languish still;
2Then ask me not when I return.
3The straying fool 'twill plainly kill
4To wish all day, all night to mourn.
5Dear! from thine arms then let me fly,
6That my fantastic mind may prove
7The torments it deserves to try
8That tears my fixed heart from my love.
9When wearied with a world of woe
10To thy safe bosom I retire,
11Where love, and peace, and truth does flow,
12May I contented there expire,
13Lest, once more wandering from that heaven,
14I fall on some base heart unblest,
15Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven,
16And lose my everlasting rest.
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.
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A Brief Biography — Read about Rochester's short and scandalous life at the Poetry Foundation.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to the poem read aloud.
Rochester in his World — Read about how Rochester's libertine poetry fit into the Restoration court he lived and worked in.
Rochester the Iconoclast — Read a witty article about how Rochester's lewd poetry reflects his iconoclastic philosophy.
Rochester in Manuscript — See images of Rochester's poetry in its original form: as a handwritten manuscript meant to be passed around among courtiers.