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 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.
Beautiful Sonnet, if I paraphrase it means: “If I was made of thought, I would travel long distances fast, and come to you, my Love. However, I am made of slow and heavy elements like earth and water; so in your longing, all I can do is use all the elements I am comprised of and cry”
Couplet based on this:
If I were a feather of thought,
To you I would instantly fly
Alas Of Earth n water I’m wrought,
So just heavy tears I can cry
* wrought = created