Richard Lovelace

To Lucasta. Going Beyond The Seas.

Richard Lovelace was an English poet

  If to be absent were to be
  Away from thee;
  Or that when I am gone,
  You or I were alone;
Then my LUCASTA might I crave
Pity from blustring winde or swallowing wave.

  But I'le not sigh one blast or gale
  To swell my saile,
  Or pay a teare to swage
  The foaming blew-gods rage;
For whether he will let me passe
Or no, I'm still as happy as I was.

  Though seas and land betwixt us both,
  Our faith and troth,
  Like separated soules,
  All time and space controules:
Above the highest sphere wee meet,
Unseene, unknowne, and greet as angels greet

  So then we doe anticipate
  Our after-fate,
  And are alive i'th' skies,
  If thus our lips and eyes
Can speake like spirits unconfin'd
In Heav'n, their earthy bodies left behind.