I. <br /> If to be absent were to be <br /> Away from thee; <br /> Or that when I am gone, <br /> You or I were alone; <br />Then my LUCASTA might I crave <br />Pity from blustring winde or swallowing wave. <br /> <br /> II. <br /> But I'le not sigh one blast or gale <br /> To swell my saile, <br /> Or pay a teare to swage <br /> The foaming blew-gods rage; <br />For whether he will let me passe <br />Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. <br /> <br /> III. <br /> Though seas and land betwixt us both, <br /> Our faith and troth, <br /> Like separated soules, <br /> All time and space controules: <br />Above the highest sphere wee meet, <br />Unseene, unknowne, and greet as angels greet <br /> <br /> IV. <br /> So then we doe anticipate <br /> Our after-fate, <br /> And are alive i'th' skies, <br /> If thus our lips and eyes <br />Can speake like spirits unconfin'd <br />In Heav'n, their earthy bodies left behind.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-lucasta-going-beyond-the-seas/
