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Sonnet 44
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 length of miles when thou art gone, But that, so much of earth and water wrought, I must attend times leisure with my moan, Receiving naught by elements so slow But heavy tears, badges of either's woe. William Shakespeare Related Articles: Sonnet CXVI Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How Do I Love Thee Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII Sonnets from the Portuguese XIV Still to be Neat Sweet Disorder Tell Me Not, Sweet The Clod and the Pebble  To our knowledge this poem is in the public domain. If you believe we have infringed any copyright laws please contact us and the offending material will be removed immediately.  The poetry on this site is for entertainment purposes only. See Full Disclaimer for more information. |
