Sonnet 044 - 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 l…
#Blakes7 Series C, Episode 09 - Sarcophagus
VILA: What's Cally supposed to have?
TARRANT: No time for a discussion, Vila. You stay here.
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