| IF the dull substance of my flesh were thought | |
| Injurious distance should not stop my way; | |
| For then, despite of space, I would be brought, | |
| From limits far remote, where thou dost stay. | |
| No matter then although my foot did stand | 5 |
| Upon the furthest earth remov’d from thee; | |
| For nimble thought can jump both sea and land, | |
| As soon as think the place where he would be. | |
| But, ah! thought kills me that I am not thought, | |
| To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone, | 10 |
| But that, so much of earth and water wrought, | |
| I must attend time’s leisure with my moan; | |
| Receiving nought by elements so slow | |
| But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe. |