Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

1If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,

2Injurious distance should not stop my way;

3For then despite of space I would be brought,

4From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.

5No matter then although my foot did stand

6Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee;

7For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,

8As soon as think the place where he would be.

9But, ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,

10To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,

11But that so much of earth and water wrought,

12I must attend time's leisure with my moan;

13 Receiving nought by elements so slow

14 But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.