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XLIV.
If
the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then
despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far
remote where thou dost 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 lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But
that so much of earth and water wrought
I must attend
time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by
elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's
woe.
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