| If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
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| Injurious distance should not stop my way
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| For then despite of space, I would be brought
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| From limits far remote where thou dost stay
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| Not so far, mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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| How to divide the conquest of your irresistible sight
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| When you are here with your poetry
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| But ah! |
| Thought kills me that I’m not thought
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| To leap large lengths of miles when you are gone
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| These are our sacrifices, roses have thorns and silver fountains mud
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| But that, so much of earth and water wrought
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| I must attend time’s leisure with my moan
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| Let me confess that we two… we must be twain!
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| Rise with your stateliness, dream of us with open eye
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| Like waves make towards the shore
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| Our minutes hasten to their end
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| Not so far, mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
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| How to divide the conquest of your irresistible sight
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| When you are here in your person
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| But ah! |
| Thought kills me that I’m not thought
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| To leap large lengths of miles when you are gone
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| These are our sacrifices, roses have thorns and silver fountains mud
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| But that, so much of earth and water wrought
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| I must attend time’s leisure with my moan
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| These are our sacrifices…
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| Mine are heavy tears, mine is the grief of having you
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| So shall I compare you to a summer’s day? |
| No
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| You are more lovely and more temperate
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| Within the distance my mind dives in yours
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| Who will believe my verse in time to come
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| If it were filled with your most high deserts, and with my love?
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| So long as eyes can see
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| So long live these lines, these give life to thee |