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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Poet: William Shakespeare
Poem: 44. Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
Volume: The Sonnets
Year: Published/Written in 1609
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