To her at departure

They erre
That think we parted are
Two souls in one we carry,
Half of which though it travel far
Yet both at home do tarry.
The Sun
When farthest off at Noon
Our bodies shade draws nigher:
My soul your's shadow, when I'm gone,
Waits closer through desire.
Dear heart
Then grieve not 'cause we part,
Since distance cannot sever:
For though my body walks apart
Yet I am with you ever.