To Lucasta, Going Beyond the Seas

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 blust'ring 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'th' skies,

If thus our lips and eyes

Can speak like spirits unconfined

In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.