If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
     Injurious distance should not stop my way;
     For then despite of space I would be brought,
     From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
     No matter then although my foot did stand
     Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
     For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
     As soon as think the place where he would be.
     But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
     To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
     But that so much of earth and water wrought
     I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
     Receiving nought by elements so slow
     But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.