To Lucasta, on 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 swall'wing wave.

But I'll not sigh one blast or gale
To swell my sail,
Or pay a tear to swage
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 be 'twixt 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 earthly bodies left behind.
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