Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
Injurious distance shouldn't stop my way,
For then despite of space I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou doth 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 length of miles when thou art gone,
But that, too much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan.
Receiving naught from elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.