If the dull substance of my flesh
were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my
way;
For then despite of space I would be
brought,
From limits far remote where thou dost
stay.
No matter then although my foot did
stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from
thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and
land
As soon as think the place where he
would be.
But ah! thought kills me that I am not
thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou
art gone,
But that so much of earth and water
wrought
I must attend time's leisure with my
moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's
woe.
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