Richard Lovelace

To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas.

I.
 
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.
 
                       II.
 
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.
 
                       III.
 
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.
 
                       IV.
 
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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