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 la