O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
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.
Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen
'Twixt the turtle and his queen;
But in them it were a wonder.
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