O dear life

O dear life, when may it be
That mine eyes thine eyes may see
And in them my mind discover
Whether absence hath had force
Thy remembrance to divorce
From the Image of thy lover

O, if I my self find not
Though my parting aught forgot
Nor debarred from beauty’s treasure
Let no tongue aspire to tell
In what high Joys I shall dwell
Only thought aims at the pleasure

Thought therefore I will send thee
To take up the place for me
Long I will not after tarry
There unseen thou mayst be bold
These fair wonders to behold
Which in them my hopes do carry