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To Lucasta,
Going beyond the Seas
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 be 'twixt 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. |
