TO LUCASTA, GOING BEYOND THE SEAS

by: Richard Lovelace (1618-1658)

      F 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 blustering 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' the skies,
      If thus our lips and eyes
      Can speak like spirits unconfined
      In Heaven, their earthly bodies left behind.

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