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Sonnet XLIV

		William Shakespeare

	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.