If the dull substance of my flesh were thought...
Sonnet 44If 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. Listen to the recording!Free sample available for this sonnet! Click HERE
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If my flesh were thought, this beastly distance wouldn’t get in my way. If that were so, I would cross time and space and be right beside you, no matter how far away I was. It wouldn’t make a difference if I were on the other side of the world, because agile Thought can leap over sea and land as easily as think of the desired destination.
Ah! The very thought that I am not Thought kills me, though. I can’t bound over large distances to get to you. Unfortunately, being of flesh and blood, I have to abide by Time’s rules however much if pains me, and receive nothing at the hands of such pedestrian components but heavy tears, which are badges of either’s sorrow.