If to be absent were to
Away from thee;
Or that when I am gone,
You or I were alone, - Then, my Lucasta, might I
Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing wave.
But I'll not sigh one blast or
To swell my sail,
Or pay a tear to
The foaming blue god's rage;
For whether he will let me
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
Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet.
So then we do
Our after-fate,
And are alive i'th' skies,
If thus our lips and
Can speak like spirits
In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.
