To Lucasta Going Beyond the Seas

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.