To Lucasta, Going Beyond the Seas

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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.


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.


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.


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.