TO LUCASTA, GOING BEYOND THE SEAS
by: Richard Lovelace (1618-1658)
- F 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 blustering wind or swallowing wave.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- So then we do anticipate
- Our after-fate,
- And are alive i' the skies,
- If thus our lips and eyes
- Can speak like spirits unconfined
- In Heaven, their earthly bodies left behind.
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