Shakespeare's Sonnets: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,Injurious distance should not stop my way,For then, despite of space, I would be broughtFrom limits far remote where thou dost stay;No matter then, although my foot did standUpon the farthest earth remov'd from thee,For nimble thought can jump both sea and landAs soon as think the place where he would be.But ah, thought kills me that I am not thoughtTo 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 naughts by elements so slow But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.