Monday, November 25, 2013

Sonnet XLIV (44)

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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