When, dearest, I but think on thee, br Methinks all things that lovely be br Are present, and my soul delighted: br For beauties that from worth arise br Are like the grace of deities, br Still present with us, though unsighted. br br Thus while I sit and sigh the day br With all his spreading lights away, br Till night's black wings do overtake me: br Thinking on thee, thy beauties then, br As sudden lights do sleeping men, br So they by their bright rays awake me. br br Thus absence dies, and dying proves br No absence can consist with loves br That do partake of fair perfection: br Since in the darkest night they may br By their quick motion find a way br To see each other by reflection. br br The waving sea can with such flood br Bathe some high palace that hath stood br Far from the main up in the river: br Oh think not then but love can do br As much, for that's an ocean too, br That flows not every day, but ever.