To Lucasta. Going Beyond The Seas.

I. 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. II. 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. III. 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 IV. 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.