If to be absent were to be br Away from thee; br Or that when I am gone, br You or I were alone, - br Then, my Lucasta, might I crave br Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing wave. br br But I'll not sigh one blast or gale br To swell my sail, br Or pay a tear to 'suage br The foaming blue god's rage; br For whether he will let me pass br Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. br br Though seas and land betwixt us both, br Our faith and troth, br Like separated souls, br All time and space controls: br Above the highest sphere we meet br Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet. br br So then we do anticipate br Our after-fate, br And are alive i'th' skies, br If thus our lips and eyes br Can speak like spirits unconfined br In Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.