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To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas |
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Written by Richard Lovelace
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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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