Friday, 29 January 2010
Going beyond the Seas
To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas
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.
Though seas and land betwixt us both,
Our faith and troth,
Like separated souls,
All time and space control:
Above the highest sphere we meet
Unseen, unknown, and greet as Angels greet.
So then we do anticipate
And are alive i' the skies,
If thus our lips and eyes
Can speak like spirits unconfined
In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.
Colonel Richard Lovelace (1618-57)
To my friend who lives across the sea.