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 blustering wind or swallowing wave. 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. Though seas and lands be 'twixt 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. 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AGE IN YOUTH by TRUMBULL STICKNEY A LITTLE PARABLE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON ETHINTHUS, QUEEN OF WATERS by WILLIAM BLAKE MARY QUAYLE; THE CURATE'S STORY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |