Sonnet XLIV

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,	1
Injurious distance should not stop my way;	2
For then despite of space I would be brought,	3
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.	4
No matter then although my foot did stand	5
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;	6
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land	7
As soon as think the place where he would be.	8
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,	9
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,	10
But that so much of earth and water wrought	11
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,	12
Receiving nought by elements so slow	13
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.	14