To Lucasta (Going beyond the Seas)

by Richard Lovelace


  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 blustring winde or swallowing wave.


  But I'le not sigh one blast or gale
      To swell my saile,
    Or pay a teare to swage
    The foaming blew-gods rage;
For whether he will let me passe
Or no, I'm still as happy as I was.


  Though seas and land betwixt us both,
      Our faith and troth,
    Like separated soules,
    All time and space controules:
Above the highest sphere wee meet,
Unseene, unknowne, and greet as angels greet


  So then we doe anticipate
      Our after-fate,
    And are alive i'th' skies,
    If thus our lips and eyes
Can speake like spirits unconfin'd
In Heav'n, their earthy bodies left behind.

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