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.
Sonnet 44: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought
William Shakespeare
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Poem topics: sea, space, time, water, place, stay, jump, stand, heavy, large, slow, matter, substance, distance, earth, thought, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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