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 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.