RICHARD LOVELACE

Yet this inconstancy is such

As thou too shalt adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much,

Loved I not Honour more.

��344. To Lucasta^ going beyond the Seas

TF 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 land betwixt 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 earthy bodies left behind.

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