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