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If to be
absent were to be
Away from thee;
Or that when I
am gone,
You or I were alone, -
Then, my Lucasta,
might I crave
Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing
wave.
But I'll not sigh one blast or gale
To
swell my sail,
Or pay a tear to 'suage
The foaming
blue god's rage;
For whether he will let me pass
Or no, I'm still as happy as I was.
Though seas
and land betwixt us both,
Our faith and troth,
Like separated souls,
All time and space controls:
Above the highest sphere we meet
Unseen, unknown, and
greet as angels greet.
So then we do anticipate
Our after-fate,
And are alive i'th' skies,
If thus
our lips and eyes
Can speak like spirits unconfined
In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.
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