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 blust'ring wind or swallowing wave. <br /> <br />But I'll not sigh one blast or gale <br />To swell my sail, <br />Or pay a tear to 'suage <br />The foaming blue god's rage; <br />For whether he will let me pass <br />Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. <br /> <br />Though seas and land betwixt us both, <br />Our faith and troth, <br />Like separated souls, <br />All time and space controls: <br />Above the highest sphere we meet <br />Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet. <br /> <br />So then we do anticipate <br />Our after-fate, <br />And are alive i'th' skies, <br />If thus our lips and eyes <br />Can speak like spirits unconfined <br />In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-lucasta-going-beyond-the-seas-2/
