End of break :(

After this one, I’m back to one sonnet a day, because classes start again tomorrow.  Sonnet 44:

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XLIV

  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 remov'd 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.

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The volta’s the but, ah! at the beginning of the third quatrain.